rike york
poem
The vase of mind
This poem is about the vase of mind and the question if that is all there is.
December 7, 2025
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Life feels like a theatre,
Where is its purpose,
Where is its meaning,
Where is it when I make a gesture,
And the gesture falls apart,
Where is it when I touch a hand,
And the feeling forgotten a second later,
Where is it when all is woven in the web of time,
Of moment after moment,
Run by itself and forgotten in the universe,
The universe of the moon,
the universe of loud and whisper,
the universe of the stars and the sun,
shining its glimpses on us,
to be remembered in our eternity,
the eternity of life,
Griefances and hunger,
As if all there is muddled away,
Forgotten afast,
And remembered as a vase of mind.