Jungle Drum NEWSWIRE
[Jungle Drum Newswire has been officially decommissioned but will remain online as a resource and to preserve backlinks; new site here.]
Independent Publishing
 
"The most effective force against ruling minorities is an aware majority" -- Anon

» Gallery


Search

search comments
advanced search


Download

Download



this site  web    
Avoid Google's intrusive, snoopware technologies!


We are ONE
We are ONE


http://jungledrum.lingama.net/news/newsfeed.php

"Asymmetry
is a
Keyboard"


Google, your data suppression methods are obvious, easily recorded, abysmally inept and generally pathetic.

The simple fact that you actively engage in suppressing this and other alternative news sites means we have won and TRUTH will prevail in the end.
Sister sites and affiliates:
Current active site here.
printable version
PDF version

Lost Love
by Osiris Monday, Jan 5 2015, 10:50am
international / poetry / post

shooting stars are said
to be the souls
of lovers searching
for their lost love

if one sleeps out
under unpolluted clear skies
it appears there are
innumerable lost loves
flashing across the
warm dark of night

such stories are usually myths
based on true stories lost
to numerous renditions
over time

perhaps the lost love is not
another entity but the lost
aspect of love itself,
a person’s desperate
yearning to find
the essence of one’s heart
and soul,
fulfilment in a word

such a search would traverse
the entirety of creation
as one is not fulfilled until love
is found and embraced
unconditionally

it seems that we mistake loving another
for the love of Self -
as the love of Self
is prerequisite before love
is able to be shared with another

it appears that shooting stars
never find their mark
they all burn out in a frantic frenzy
before they merge with another

as i complete this stanza the night
sky is alive with flashing
streaks of light ending somewhere
in the dark void which
gave birth to all stars

the mysteries of the firmament
are personified by Isis
goddess of the heavens
and progenitrix of the stars

it is well that my abode
is beneath her stars
as everything must pass
through my dark portals
before reaching heaven



 
<< back to stories
 

© 2012-2024 Jungle Drum Prose/Poetry.
Unless otherwise stated by the author, all content is free for non-commercial re-use, reprint, and rebroadcast, on the net and elsewhere.
Opinions are those of the contributors and are not necessarily endorsed by Jungle Drum Prose/Poetry.
Disclaimer | Privacy [ text size >> ]