and no one will take the newly arrived pilgrim's
trembling, expectant hand.
The beatific visions will dissolve as the
movie screen
fades to black one last
irrevocable time.
No scores will be settled,
no outrages will be assuaged,
and triumphant justice
will remain silent
and unexpressed.
No idiot tragedies will be undone,
no screaming obscenity of suffering will be reversed,
no lifeless child's body
will ever laugh again in sunlit fields,
no grief will be cradled in silken arms,
no Hollywood fantasies will be fulfilled,
and no union with the All,
the One,
the Ultimate, and
the Real
will be celebrated in
cascades of sense beyond
experience.
Their only consolation
will be that being consoled
will no longer matter,
and all that has been
will no longer be,
as they return to a time
when no time
existed.
1 comment:
Joe,
These are thoughts which have passed through my own mind (but not as eloquently states as you have). The last sentence is especially brilliant. Keep up the fantastic writing!
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