October 17, 2012 · 11:07 pm
One enigmatic aspect of this life …
May just lie within its illusive nature.
For certain, it is predestined for each
An allotted dimension with this sphere.
Without a shadow of a doubt, what is past
Lies wholly an irretrievable quota, and
Is dissipated within the winds of time,
Coupled with the continuing challenge
Of accomplishing the outstanding agenda
Within a future measure that is uncertain.
YemilBenjoy Copyright October 2012
Filed under General, Life
Tagged as age, Challenges, Contemplation, Dimensions, Enigma, Illusion, life, Mirage, Musings, Mystic, Poem, poetry, Time, Uncertainty
July 31, 2012 · 11:38 pm
Notions of the present
May simply amaze the past.
Even still, what the future holds
Certainly, may bewilder the present.
Yet, life surges forward in its form
Like the continuous motion with no end.
And, further through its elusive entity,
Its unknown essence, never failing to mystify,
Like the fading mirage, enhanced by distance
Whilst disappearing into the evening sun.
Nonetheless, its boundless beauty inspires
As it moves up the mountain tops,
And floats in gentle ripples across the seas.
Enticing, whence it springs forth in the meadows
Or from the blossoming delicate rose bud
Wherein life’s presence is apparent to see.
Even if the moment of the present
Is all that evident appears,
Life surely will stamp and distinguish
All of its times, be it the future or the past.
Thus, as it steadfastly moves along in plain sight
It may not be as mysterious as it seems.
YemilBenjoy. Copyright 1992 Updated 2012
Filed under Life
Tagged as Beauty, Essence, life, Mirage, Musings, Mysterious, Mystic, Notions, Poems, poetry, Present, Progress, Stamp
July 14, 2012 · 4:09 pm
While traversing through life’s maze
As plans are made for its undulating course,
Lest not in resolute search for the perfect
Fail to consider the trails of the unexpected.
For perfection appeareth as the real illusion.
Whilst the unexpected presents routinely
With regularity, as life’s punctuation marks,
Thereby transforming their very essence,
And perhaps mystifying the spirit refusing
To accept, the reality of their persistence.
Therefore, also prepare ardently for possibilities
As the journey continues mostly unscripted.
Letting not the desire for that fading mirage
Ruin the toil of the plan, nor deter completely
From the full measure of the accomplished,
E’en if the somewhat unanticipated does appear.
For where lieth the victory in the quest …
If perfection in truth was not but an aspiration
As it ought to be, to motivate and to inspire
The spirit to transcend the continuum of change.
YemilBenjoy Copyright 2012