Lights in the cosmos.
Rivers of passing clouds.
Forest of constellations.
Timeless lingering within.
Ocean inhaling and exhaling.
Breath, a petal of undying renewal.
Death, a succession of endless fireworks.
Being is lights in the cosmos
covered by rivers of passing clouds
which sleep in a forest of constellations.
Being is a timeless lingering within through an ocean inhaling and exhaling,
breath, a petal of undying renewal that perceives in death a succession
of endless fireworks, a history shining through an exploding imagination,
love.
Love is the explosion of imagination. Why? Love that is unconditional dwells in the creative. Where to find the unconditional love that surrounds all things? Be creative and observe what does Being mean.
This poem was written the 27th of August, 2013. Last edited the 14th of December, 2018.
I am an engineer, a multilanguage learner, a runner, and an MPhil in Humanities graduate specialized in the philosophy of poetry. For me, poetry is an unfolding creative process, a way to play endlessly, not a finished state. For that reason, I revise and re-edit my work publicly until a poetic form (other than an exploratory) comes to being. My poetry is a thoughtful play that explores acoustic and visual patterns as well as poetic forms. I attempt to blend science and philosophy with poetry. I publish new poems every other day, follow for updates!