Second by second
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Day by day
Mile after mile
Is one ‘stride’ of
That Giant in-the-sky…
In the starry realms
Two suns often determine
The course of a single planet.
So, too for ‘modern man’
Whose actions can be
Determined by more than one ‘morality’.
Thus, we shine…
One moment with this colour
And now, with another.
There may be even cases
where our actions become multi-hued…
If it were possible to achieve objectivity for a space…
We could reflect on what it might mean for man.
Yet, even the most spotless surface,
would only hold its image reversed.
And since we have now out grown
the perfect symmetry
of our own form…
that we might come
to yearn our other halves…
The halves we thought we knew
when sumberged as subject.
Like serfs striving to serve an ideal…
We could not help but see ourselves exposed.
But would such exposure lead to selflessness?
And so, the mighty bend low before the Saint?
The misery of his meagre apparel, the antithesis of all they strive for.
And yet, is there not something of power in renunciation?
What is it that moves behind those placid eyes?
Something steely and beyond the merely material.
What secret whisperings are those ears privvy to?
What is it that needs not their trappings
And heeds not their vainglory?