Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Abstract Nº 90



As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,
We see, on youth's flower-decked slope,
Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight,
The beautiful Station of Hope.
But the wheels of old Time roll along as we climb,
And our youth speeds away on the years;
And with hearts that arc numb with life's sorrows we come
To the mist-covered Station of Tears.
Still onward we pass, where the milestones, alas!
Are the tombs of our dead, to the West,
Where glitters and gleams, in the dying sunbeams,
The sweet, silent Station of Rest.
All rest is but change, and no grave can estrange
The soul from its Parent above;
And, scorning the rod, it soars back to its God,
To the limitless City of Love.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "The universal route".

4 comments:

[-V-] said...

love the color spectrum here...looks like the third eye of "SHIVA"

runnerfrog said...

Oh, the auspicious one burned Kāma to ashes with this third eye... and we struggle with our lives to achieve that same, perhaps; well Buddha teach us that suffering is caused by ignorance and desire.
Thanks for your visit.

Will Doohan said...

Perhaps this is the Rainbow bridge that leads to Asgard, the home of the Norse gods.
(everything that I know about Norse mythology comes from the 'Thor' comic books by Marvel :-P )

runnerfrog said...

Looks quite creepy for a rainbow bridge, so it may be.

Really that's your only source for norse mythology? :-/ In my case I've been attracted to it since I read Borges when I was 14.

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