POETRY | INTROSPECTIVE
Predicting the Future
The paradox of seeking enlightenment and losing freedom
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Nov 20, 2024
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Tarot Reading — Photo by Badhan Ganesh on Unsplash
The truth of my future
Lodges itself
Like a brilliant bane
Brewed in a sacred smithy
Into my bloodstream,
Birthing a small, banished deity
With searing fire-tipped arrows,
Striking my heart
With the precision
Of a surgeon's blade.
How long before we pine For the cluelessness We previously condemned, When knowledge Exposes our senses To cosmic stimuli and pulses They are not ready To perceive or comprehend?
Nothing truly lives or dies—
Everything is a phoenix flame—
Nothing escapes.
Every note of life
Sung in the locked orbit
Of a spinning
And shrinking galaxy,
In preordained following,
