The Pride of Life

it is addressed thusly:
Nor the lust of the flesh, nor the lust of the eyes.

it reads:
A sphere of crystal, a looking-glass
A diamond night, a time to pass
Writing by moonlight on the floor
Rhyming tiles, a song of lore:
"What is more fleeting in its strife
Than desire for pleasures of this life
Lo, it has come and it has gone
As the hour before the dawn."

1 comment:

  1. Yet again, more synchronous thoughts. The pride of life was made mention in an entry the day before yours.

    ...I'm at a place where I am prepared for the deeps. Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought. Do you see those arrows coming at you? Take them like a warrior. Bear the pain and you shall overcome all pettiness that is a part of the pride of life...


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