GOBLET

What is spirit and what is cognition?
Is life a cellar or is it an Attic?
cognition is a consequence, Life is the question,
and spirit is the answer.

What is dull and what is bright?
What is day and what is night?
It may be dark, it maybe daylight,
but its only what you see through your eyes.

What is loss and what is gain?
What is pleasure and what is pain?
Pleasure is the loss and pain is the gain.
But time preaches that ‘All is the same’.

What is conquered and what is lost?
What is expensive and what is not?
Conquered is whatever is not lost,
Expensive is little more than you have got.

What is sin and what is sacred?
Is it love or is it hatred?
Sin is whatever circumvents belief,
Love and hatred are names for relief.

What is hurt and what is a tear?
What is far and what is near?
Hurt is what induces a tear,
Far is what once was near.

So many questions and so less answers,
Life is the stage and we are the performers.
Questions will remain only the answers will change.
The past is lost; the present is gone, only the future remains.
Reason is not the finale; thought is not the verge,
Death is only the edge,
Realization is the suffix,
Then what is the crux?
The answer is the Goblet,
And the universe is the palace.

It is beyond what all words can speak,
And afar from whatever the eyes can see.
It is something beneath the depths of oceans and seas,
Unknown, unconquered and mysterious it will be,
Forever, like our own distant dreams.