In the progress of our works
We see the hands that create
Building structures for our use
Imagine the Sole creating force
That made all with you and me
As we wonder in awe
From grief of unwanted losses
Imagine phantom hues of decay
The might of destroying waves
That takes unwarily from us
These hands are right and left
Connected to one and the same
The twins we wrongly interpret
Be it birth or death combined
In rebirth, according to the law
Depths below and heights above
Infinite in mode and expression
Bring the balance to life everlasting
On the duality of our Indivisible God
The Great Architect of the universe
Comments
I'm sorry.
This went right over my head. The language is exemplary, but try as I might I am unable to precisely grasp the nature of the duality expressed in the title. I'm confident I'm looking straight at it and not understanding, but to be honest I cannot see it. wesley
polarised physical universe
May be the piece is not clear in its message. The subject matter takes on the universe as one entity having opposites in its material expression - day and night, man and woman, positive and negative, physical and spiritual, up and down. It goes on and on. One does not exist without the other, they combine to make a whole. God or what ever name is used to represent Him is measured with the universe and every other thing is a component divided into two halves. I am not sure if this makes sense. Thank you for the comments and best wishes
tr
Your comment makes perfect sense
and I can see much of it realized in the poem on another read. However, too much of the poem addresses the idea a bit too esoterically for me to grok. The language is excellent, but clarity suffered for the beauty of the words. Wish I had something more concrete to offer. wesley
Thank you
and best wishes
tr
The best poems are those,
Which are not understood,
By normal human beings
Readers take a life time,
Trying to solve the puzzle,
What did the poet really mean?
A sudden spurt of ideas ensues
And
Critiques earn their dues,
Trying to resolve
And
Take credit,
For what little they themselves know
Thank God in their time,
There was no computer nor telephone,
An instant cell, to question…
So they were saved all the embarrassment,
Which is our lot today,
As we have to explain,
The abstractness,
We so ingeniously display.
meta-criticism...
I may say the piece you posted is beautiful and answers for the inadequacy of my scribbles, Thank you for the comments and best wishes.
tr
Your comment ,on my comment
was an unintended criticism ,
meta as you put it ...
I only wanted to narrate the facts of
today's criticism and critiques....
Sorry for my voice ,
Trying to point out any inadequacy ,
as I take each piece,
as a creative art,
which needs to be cherished as such,
Thanks anyway