This is not the End

When the end is nigh

THIS IS NOT THE END

This is not the end.

This is a time II pause, and an opportune moment II sit in with silence and engage in meaningful conversation. Invite the muses and the spirits II the table, and on common ground partake and break bread, as the benevolence and Grace from the author of life engulf the sacred space

This is not the end.

This is a bridge that has no affinity with inconvenienced waters, or whose mindset is rebellious and resentful and thrives within a circumstance of raucousness and inharmonic fanfare.

This is not the end.

This is a new beginning, with choruses heartwarming, that bear aloft your heart and mind, II celestial spaces, frequented by Angels and unimagined miracles where all things are possible.

This is not a dream, or your mind playing tricks on you.

Nor is it your eloquence painting beautiful pictures in your sleep, that soon disperse when you open your eyes.

This is not the end.

Or a time II say goodbye. This is not an occasion II extend a kiss, a hug and a smile or bid farewell. Goodbyes are banished from our vocabulary, IV their interpretation we have no need. Goodbyes are final and there is no finality in this space in which we exist.

This is not the end.

These are fresh pictures, painted on a vibrant inspired canvas that amuse and excite and transport you II an existence of the future life or blessed state with new names, where clemency is unashamed and full of Grace.

This is not the end.

Because it is not the finale, hence you can not call it the epilogue.

This is not the final scene.

You travelled light with the aim that you may arrive at this seminal point.

This is not the end.

This is you standing on the margin of everything familiar, yet unfamiliar, comfortable, but uncomfortable, tolerable, but still overwhelming, easy and uneasy II the eye. It’s you casting a capturing gaze on the photographs and artwork born in the mind’s eye.

This is not the end.

This is you in travellers’ shoes that feel like wings as they carry you in the skies attired in a new blue which comforts you.

This is not a wrap.

This is a sphere bereft of tears and pain.

This is not closure.

This is where your new now begins.

This is not the end.

This is a Neo Genesis.

Devoid of pretentiousness.

Author's Note

Having poetic licence, I take ownership of all mistakes

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

An encouraging poem. Nicely written.

[altIIneo]

Thank you Arundass TP IV (for) investing a little of your precious time and engaging with the situation from our minds eye. Your sentiments find a special place in our hearts.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend