toujours encore encore toujours
“The life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”
-Hobbes (The Leviathan)
we are spirit is and is not stardust
It is a cruel world.
beauty emerges from the midnight garden
Cruel through an immutable lack of interest.
even ambivalence wilts into the black rose
That cuts deeper than any hate, any disappointment.
the next thorn always piercing deeper than the last
A world, that will go on, just the same
a garden whose respiration weeps
With you or without you.
eventually the phoenix returns to ashes
But you plod on.
as sisyphus always we begin again
Remain with the cruel world, for
the sharper edge of cruelty is mercy
In soaring arias, in the smile of a loved one,
in the arms of midnight in the sapphire eyes of mara
And in uncontrollable laughter shared with strangers
and amidst the irresistible scent of the unfamiliar
neither more nor less than larks ascending
For the world is beautiful.
and ours the beauty that redeems the world
And what good is the beauty, without you there to appreciate it, cherish it?
toujours encore amour sculpte nos cœurs avec tristesse encore toujours
The Monumental Jackass https://themonumentaljackass.wordpress.com/
chétien marc valentin
(© 24 juni 2014)