Life is a sham!
Youth is a sham!
Every moment of joy is sham!
Life is the insistency of inclinations,
reaching their picks next to nothing
returning to stillness,
of before splitting to commotion.
An apple is all bitten in the first bite
before realizing the flesh is gone,
exactly like beauty,
everything else tactile.
Nothing gets to stay!
Nothing is forever!
Nothing is really beautiful if it is not forever!
Nothing is really beautiful if it is not beautiful forever:
Ephemeral things are not beautiful within themselves.
Temporal beauties are only a hint at our forever beauties.
No matter how short-lived
they spread the genetic codes of their splendour
whether in the eyes of tomorrows
or in the eyes of beholder.
Nothing is forever.
Everything ends to start over,
I understand your point and do agree. Thanks for sharing.
4 months ago
by Ben Pickard
But perhaps if beauty were a permanent fixture in our lives, we would take it for granted, thus, it is its ephemeral quality that lends beauty to begin with. If I stared at the most perfectly crafted rose for eternity, the novelty would soon fade. However, it is beautiful because perfection soon withers and dies and that makes it mesmerising.
Dear Ben it is a great point and I agree. But it was another point I was making. Perhaps it is seeing the world in the eyes of withering beauty, in onslaught of great sorrows, realising no beauty is ever really ephemeral.