Creation in Verse - the Zen Guy

The Paradox of Choice 

by the Zen Guy

From the flighty temptress of adventure

to the stubborn mistress of fate, let us rejoice!

For this mistress shall not leave you, in fact, she haunts.

The wise men of wisdom, sitting high on the rock of solitude

Peer into the crevices of an ancient and forgotten cave called fortitude.

Through the cracks of the mundane world, talent shines like sunlight bright ,

 fleeting yet resplendent in its might

Despite us all bathing in that divine light

Oh! frivolous hearts, we grasp  at everything and attain but wisps

for choice is immortal , infinite

And we live within the limits.

The endless paradox remains

Whether choices make us or we make the choices.

Destiny awaits with solemn eyes, Death stifles our voices

and above them all Time sits upon its frozen stone

Frozen by the stillness of inaction and fear.

But come morn,

A silent voice whispers "eppur si muove ".