Metempsychosis



I doubt all
save the survival
of some unquenchable fire within me;
I seek no immortality,
for it comes without search.
I live with the joy of my senses,
knowing that this part will surely perish,
leaving only that which came before.
To live here and now without that certainty,
without acceptance of Death as the unveiling
of the One,
is to forget,
forever,
the secret name that is whispered at birth
beyond the hidden gates.

--Gywdion Pendderwen

Comments

Anya said…
What an evocative poem - I will keep this one - thanks for sharing. Great photo btw.
Anonymous said…
Love this! Sherry

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