Latent footprint - Poetry

«Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.»

I only exist today.
Today I am born, today I live, today I die.
But I only transform.
The earth connects me with everything
Cultivate in me the art, beauty and harmony.

I am the memory of the instant occurred,
a way to forget that I come from
a particle of electromagnetic dust.
The life is today. I am latent footprint.
I live, die and forget.

Where are the memories of the universe?
What did those who preceded me say?
The words ring in a lost bell.
They are just footprints, echoes of muted heels,
Maybe they ring in my ears and I forget them.

We are a burst of light that is on, dying.
The light that travels to the night is already dead,
It goes out in the memory of the universe
in that instant that emerges from another moment.
This life we ​​live is already a memory of oblivion.

Eternity is a rumor of time,
the essence of the voice that draws the breath
of being that revives with the wind
in this ephemeral appearance.
Everything is changing, there are memories remembering.

By Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero.

16/10/2019

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Painter by pixel2013

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