Ancient dreams, present joys

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How many noble dreams have been dreamed
by so many noble people long ago gone?
Wise and deep souls of all eras,
Where do your thoughts and high hopes live today?
Whenever I get lost in my inner labyrinths
snared in weeds that I failed to uproot
I gaze up to the sky and feel the wind
grass and trees tell me whispers
in their graceful dance
invoking the magic
of every culture bottomless depths
murmuring that somehow among us
all heritages are still alive
continually transformed
flowing and growing
wisdoms of the ages passing along
over the abyss of time
assuming different forms and kinds
and slowly distilling truths
that no one alone could envision before.
And then at last
in recovering my inner peace,
I do not fear death or distance anymore,
since knowing that the breath of my mind
will somehow live on beyond me
in bequeathing my deep love
the nectar of my best thoughts and deeds
will somehow enrich the future world
and pass a little treasure on.

Marcus Antoninus

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Author: Marcus

Philosopher, poet and lover of life.

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