Wonders Walk

Taliesin Wordweaver

Wonders walk this boundless world.
Do you know their names? Do you note their presence?
The oak in the acorn is clear in my eyes,
and the bird on the bough in the bauble-like egg.
I sense the sun in the silver starlight,
the earthly orb in the igneous pebble,
the lay of life in the song of the lark,
and the course of decay in the caving mountains.
With arms and eyes both open wide,
I trace all truths, be they deep or trivial.

Youth must yield to the passing years
as the bough of the birch must bend under snow,
yet I face the fates and feel no dread.
I live and laugh, and long for no more.
The myriad mysteries marking this life
are sweet to my soul, my insatiable mind
revels in raveling riddles and knots,
plucking and pulling the strands apart
to reveal a vision of veritable beauty.
Partake of eternity's terrible length with me,
bask in the boundless beauty of space,
and feel no fear for infinity's vastness,
though frail as frost are our fragile lives,
and brief as a breath of breeze is our time here.
This lambent life will be lost soon enough,
like a flower to flood or a flame to storm,
so soak in the sunlight, and savor the burning,
and cling not to clay, for dread is cloying:
who lives belabored by fear is lost
while yet walking this world, divided from wonder.
Though Death is the doom all life is due,
greet him graciously, grudge not his coming.
When time has taken its toll on your senses,
release your life without bitterness, lightly,
as the fledgling flies when flung from the nest.

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