spoken in the early morning forest
to all of humanity. 151 more words
What lies ahead is not yours to embrace. A dark silo appears, behind it, the sun's ablaze. I close my eyes, then squint to let the rays be my light, leave behind a shadow to be caressed by the luminous stardust. *** Artist Statement: The last line in the original poem by robert okagi left me with a wrenching ache. Ah, that pain, that loneliness, that helplessness—I blindly dove into the desolate pool, until I opened my eyes and saw the waves shimmering in maya. If an inspiration from a train could illicit this much attachment, then what of the relationships with our loved ones! This chain of thought led me to think about the nature of attachment, of clinging and grasping. What lies ahead? What exactly am I holding onto? We can't see the silhouette, or anything, without light; therefore, what we're seeing is like a shadow, a trick played by Light. The object of our attachment is nothing but a show of illusion—Reality is not what appears to the eyes. What lies ahead—illusion—is not to be embraced, for, when the curtain veils, Cosmos takes it with her.