Dies in sorrow

When all the laughter dies in sorrow
And the tears have risen to a flood
When all the wars have found a cause
In human wisdom and in blood
Do you think they’ll cry in sadness
Do you think the eye will blink
Do you think they’ll curse the madness
Do you even think they’ll think

When all the great galactic systems
Sigh to a frozen halt in space
Do you think there will be some remnant
Of beauty of the human race
Do you think there will be a vestige
Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear
Do you think a greater thinking thing
Will give a damn that man was here


3 opiniones en “Dies in sorrow”

  1. Magical Buddhist poem in its existential simplicity. I dn t know how you do it. Less as you describe it with the exact tone of words and breath. You think that human beauty saves man from his significance. I think so. When those who claim to be are not.

    1. I like you to write here. When there is so little sensitivity in the world there is a person who possesses the sensibility of the whole world, like a great hill that moves to the conegelated depths of space, places of shadows and related lights. Poetry, the beauty of the human race, the transcendent light of the mystery of truth may save you one day when you think the rest is just cheap shit, or stupid with silk ties. Buddha, says that the flower is the sense of beauty, the beauty of truth.

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