In Search of An Ecstatic and Blissful Wonder

I'm strongly feeling
Into the depths of my heart, 
That this present life 
Would be my 
Last and liberating birth...

This is my final show
Of this tragic drama
On this ill-fated vast stage 
Made up of
Time and space...

I was an actor
In this eternal drama
Since the ancient times,
But, at present,
I 'm entirely tired of 
This utter waste blah blah...

I've now become
Totally fed up 
With this incoherent drama
That was created long ago
By an ultimately foolish
Amateur director... 

And yet,
There are some rare moments 
Among this vein journey
Like a rare tasting fruit 
Which hides itself
In the thickest layers of
A top-most branch

Those moments
Are inevitably splashing 
A feeling of wonder 
That I wish to freeze it
Into the 
Deep depths of my
Heart and soul...

I'm constantly striving
To identify those rare moments
As they're
Surely capable of
Transforming this 
Poisonous drama  
Into an 
Ecstatic and
Blissful wonder!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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