Ouroboros

Ouroboros

A Poem by Xanthous Crow
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A thank you to my friend Elisa Laura, who is an inspiration in writing.

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They say that life is a circle,
Going round and round and round,
As is the past, and the present, and the future. 
Love is a circle, too, 
For it is all equal.
The cycle of life and death and rebirth,
And reincarnation - that wheel of destiny,
Where Nirvana is what all aspire to.
But I cannot help but feel they are wrong.
How can this be a circle -
When I feel so disjointed? 

© 2012 Xanthous Crow


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So beautiful, and so true my friend, it goes all round and round, think about how the bicycle is designed, and the first one with a big wheel on top, and a little behind... so interesting, how it can roll... and then the normal bicycle, it's all a cycloid of thoughts... All is a circle, as you explain here, Even to find Nirvana, you have to be in the core of your own circle. If you feel disjointed, you didn't faced the core yet, but you will, in all good.... Wonderful write my dear friend.

E.L.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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So beautiful, and so true my friend, it goes all round and round, think about how the bicycle is designed, and the first one with a big wheel on top, and a little behind... so interesting, how it can roll... and then the normal bicycle, it's all a cycloid of thoughts... All is a circle, as you explain here, Even to find Nirvana, you have to be in the core of your own circle. If you feel disjointed, you didn't faced the core yet, but you will, in all good.... Wonderful write my dear friend.

E.L.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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