An original poem by Coeur d’un Poète.
This is the season of renewal,
to remove all of the old
and welcome what is new.
Winter came and reigned;
snow that covered constructed landscapes
landed, then melted just as fast.
All the while, living in a cycle
we humans complained in our bubble
of events of impermanence beyond control.
Snow stressed impermanent thoughts
when truly, that is a non-issue
feeding the figments of feeble minds.
Spring, the season to spring into action,
to abandon the uncertain for decision
and feel the freshness of new perspectives.
So goes the season, gives what was taken,
inspiring the prospects of wonderous ambitions
in the cradle of a cycle that’s yet to be sprung.
Life’s but a cycle, far from any permanence
or man’s ability to assert it’s own sense,
fictive dominance of a passing sense of control.
Follow the cycle, live and let it go,
let the freedom flow.
Follow the cycle of the ends and renewals.