Oh to want to be remembered, To build a legacy, And live on, As an immortal.
Sometimes I ponder on the origins of the ancient gods What fits of ingenuity And insights into science Brought them renown What tutelage from nature And profound bond with the cosmic forces Earned them awe and reverence I often wonder what things they saw In our world And in the realms astride reality How they unlocked the mind Beyond the mandane Creating the marvels and terrors That made them immortal
The eyes are a gift An anchor to this world A means to explore its wonders And feed the soul its beauty But existence is more than meets the eye The truest sight is the one within The one sailing on clouds of dreams And raging in storms of fear The one with empathy from desire and despair Filled with the enlightenment of imagination
Our prompt this week has the potential to cover more than the written word. Think images, computer art, paints and brushes or a camera lens. Words are not going anywhere though, because that is what we are talking about.