Fleeting

Staring at the horizon where the waves touch the sky,
Where the infinite feels intimate as the sails drift on by.
In the silence ring the echoes of feelings finally fading,
Realizing that life is change, not stationary contemplating.
Locked eyes now able to observe the periphery,
Affixing the fleeting focus in the scheme of things.
Enthralled by the grandeur of the existence now made clear,
While wishfully waiting for a new centerpiece to appear.

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Existence

Leaving tracks across desert sands, only to wander aimlessly into the abyss.
Searching for a destination beyond the tangible, the physical, the material space.
Souls colliding and dividing again, so is the cycle of blood, lovers and friends.
Alas, recognizing our souls are meant for more eternal bonds.
Bonds held together by everlasting chains, interlinked up till heavens gates.
Temporal and fleeting all in this world remains, but our existence seeks an infinite flame.
Illuminate the depths of your curiosity, exploring the unknown of what it means to be, made.
But by Who, and for what? Questions unanswered by complacency.

Seek explanation from the existence around you, for the Creator of the bee has surely made me.
Each entity more complex than the other, an order perfectly pieced together beyond the limited perception of our faculties.
See, the intricacies that manifest around you.  The perfection of this universe will truly astound you.
Explore deep into the crevasses of your self, for in these cracks there is a parallel to the rest.
Created, that is what humans are, and our Source is waiting for us to respond.