This post fails to qualify as poetry...It is however the way it flowed out and given the thought it endows I find it appropriate to leave it the way it is...
What we celebrate as humanity
Is nothing but a stream of consciousness
Flowing down from generation to generation
Transcending through billions of minds
Evolving as it flows along
Purpose of life then is to experience life
Transience of our mind through the eternal stream of time
Bringing us to certain reflections
expressions life incomplete by itself
Yet invaluable as no two streams follow the same path
It does not matter what you experience
Pain or pleasure
Pristine paradise or a pragmatic parody
Divine order or an entropic chaos
It does not matter...
What matters simply
Is how your consciousness mould
The eternal stream of space and time
Flowing through you every moment
Be conscious of this journey called life
Impending experience ensuing thoughts and resulting memories
And let, what is worthy of it
flow on to what we call as the 'Next generation'
Is nothing but a stream of consciousness
Flowing down from generation to generation
Transcending through billions of minds
Evolving as it flows along
Purpose of life then is to experience life
Transience of our mind through the eternal stream of time
Bringing us to certain reflections
expressions life incomplete by itself
Yet invaluable as no two streams follow the same path
It does not matter what you experience
Pain or pleasure
Pristine paradise or a pragmatic parody
Divine order or an entropic chaos
It does not matter...
What matters simply
Is how your consciousness mould
The eternal stream of space and time
Flowing through you every moment
Be conscious of this journey called life
Impending experience ensuing thoughts and resulting memories
And let, what is worthy of it
flow on to what we call as the 'Next generation'
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