The End of Forever is TommorrowA Poem by Robert Francis Callacitomorrows end and yesterdays beginThe End of
Forever is Tomorrow (a
Sestina)
The songs of creation
shall be sung, not spoken, and will last forever and Eternity- It arises from the
nothingness that the wisest of the wise have called Nirvana- But those of the ‘Mark’
grown fat from ecclesiastical lies--- seek heaven through Rapture, only to find out that
which patiently awaits them---is not
bliss---but Oblivion- They fall into God traps
and devil holes that are nothing more than distorted Illusions- We’ve been ripped apart
into a trillion billion bits of light and night--- a fractured Totality-
Out from the mists of
chaos a force arises from the miasmic swell of a ruptured Totality- Time loops, strings, and
other things, weaves its way into the rippling flow of Eternity- God seeks relevancy while
angels and demons spin deceptions, obsessions, and Illusions- A laughing Buddha declares
God is dead, sets the bodhi tree on fire and achieves--- Nirvana- To be released from the
wheel of suffering one must seek emptiness and embrace Oblivion- But God huggers and lovers
swear they hear the celestial music that announces the Rapture-
Halleluiah! Halleluiah!
Only the chosen shall be lifted on angel’s wings to heavenly Rapture- Those non-believers and
pagan deceivers’ shall wander in the vastness of cosmic Totality where reality warps,
writhes, and melts its way too madness, desolation, and Oblivion- The strings of Time are
non-linear and what was done can be undone throughout Eternity- God’s angels and demons
unite and smite atheistic hordes who seek bliss through Nirvana; they cut the strings leading
to emptiness and wholeness not realizing they too--are Illusions-
The Big Bang sang and left the stage...all that’s left, are remnants, echoes, and Illusions- God and His legions of Day
and Night are but whispers in the wind preparing for the Rapture that has come and gone---clinging to existence rather than accepting the reality of Nirvana- The forever wheel of life/death/rebirth, ends on the morrows of the multi-verse’s Totality- But in this bubbled
universe tomorrow came yesterday---halting the time flow of Eternity- Everything that was, is,
and will be, will begin, end, begin again, and again, until Oblivion-
A tiny ripple, a faint
stirring, an infinitesimal speck of dust explodes in the core of Oblivion- How is this so? Is not
oblivion; annihilation, emptiness? Is everything that IS: just Illusions? Did not the Primal Creator
shatter ITSELF to become form and legion till the end of Eternity? From ITs dust, God comes. His angelic/demonic broods sing songs of judgment and Rapture, as well as those other
Gods, Goddesses, fakers, sinners, and saints, that crowds all Totality- But it’s the Yin-Yang of Tao and Karma that leads to truth and the sparkling rivers of Nirvana-
Let’s take a dip into the
streams of nothingness diving deep into the depths of true Nirvana, for it is there where state of non-being and consciousness exists at the center of Oblivion- Shall we let IT dream? Poke IT awake! Watch IT explode and implode in all ITS Totality? Again, the end of
forever ends and begins with dark twisted things and tempting Illusions, as the Gods’ rise again
amongst the ashes and slay those deemed unworthy of Rapture- The wheel cracks and has splintered spokes but continues to spin on and on till Eternity-
The NOW streams of Nirvana are a series of circles that are
nothing but Illusions, which shatters when Oblivion comes and reforms itself again
to sing its songs of Rapture- The whole of Totality are nothing but motes in
GOD’s eye and each blink lasts an Eternity-
© 2017 Robert Francis CallaciAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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