I gave this poem a Four-Word title -

[mtmynd]

Ancient Waters, New Rivers

Modernity at war with the past
those that remain with that past
shall die with memories of times
when forefathers ruled the world.

Times when legends were gospels
passed down to each generation
as if their ways of life were sacred
...to be strictly, religiously followed.

As the world continues to shrink,
into the smallness of a New Age,
peaceful survival reliant upon change,
that change being equated with growth.

To assimilate the ideas and ideals
of the past, to create a new world
more fitting for all its inhabitants
whispering their needs immediately...

This electronic age sparked the revolution -
the digital speed of words and deeds
flashing across the monitored screens
speaks the mutual tongue of mankind.

We all are but lonely people traversing
each and every moment seeking to find
our own buried treasures within,
along routes travelled by others.

The new age offers free ways,
supersonic flights across lines
mapped by past necessities for
rulers that once controled in isolation.

How futile to continue the monotony
of yesterdays monologues preaching
from but one book, one philosophy,
one reign, one government...

The past has passed -
new vistas lie ahead
the only obstacles are
the illusive barriers
put up in words from
those days long ago.

Those conditioned by
their past stifle themselves
by not allowing inevitable
change and growth to occur...

They cheat themselves and
their families from achieving
those yet dreamed of tomorrows,
eagar to unify this one world,

A world united under peace,
rich in the abundance of love,
where the hopes and dreams
of mankind have fought and died

On the battlefields of ignorance,
stretched across time immemorial;
the past must desist for how long,
while hu'manity remains in fear,

Which once was instead of savoring
the richness of Now… never ending
Now without the vagaries of the past
without the stresses of tomorrows…

Ancient Waters changing,
New Rivers for the sake
of Life's many Mysteries
for Mind to comprehend.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Breathe in… Breathe out
Breathe in… Breathe out
First breath to Final breath
As life does to simply Be

_____^_____
Cecil B. Lee

[creativesoul]

I guess I really love it

[mtmynd]

I guess I really love it

I reckon I'll take your word for it,

[mnaz]

"change being equated with growth..." That line caught my eye (though there's much to "chew on" here, throughout).

Is it really breaking down along a basic material/spiritual faultline? What kind of "growth" are we headed toward? A fifty-thousand point Dow? A maxed-out, stripped down rock? Or something past that, maybe..

[creativesoul]

Train calling my angels

[creativesoul]

Cannot seem to function


Wanted a maid and a nurse
But it’s just me and the dog
And I think the big guy
G o d
That I sure hope can help me

[saw]

when will the New Enlightenment come ?
we sure need it

[Arcadia]

gracias for the poem, Cecil!

Saw: maybe the New Enlightment is still in the popping phase...