46
Hate can turn love
Into a wall of stones
When was shame ever spoilt
By being in the dirt all day
Love persuades
without giving reasons,
And in persuading
withholds reason.
47
Things do not occur
Blindly.
All will be made clear
To both Apes
And Man.
Friend, he who knows nothing
Knows naught of even the self.
And he who knows everything
Knows how to forget
Even the self.
Count that day lost
If a task begun
Sees the morning,
But, does not in the evening
See the end.
48
If experiences consolidates
thoughts,
It is the heart that
accepts and converts truth.
To stand alone and superior,
Is to stand alone.
Such is the lot of cynics.
Dead trees are like
dead souls,
Gnarled and useless
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Meditations
PoesieOriginally a long page of free verses written by my father, I broke this down into chapters of three verses each and posted them up here. These were posted on FictionPress first.
