A Poem by Ebits

My mind has recently been opened up to new ways of thinking that I still can't process.


The old is scattered in a grave.

I pray that courage make me brave.

But what am I without the old?

The past is naught, or so I'm told.

The future, too, does not exist.

The present, clenched within my fist.

The only thing I see or feel,

This thinking new, these thoughts are real.

The here and now is all there is.

The here and now is what I kiss,

So in each moment I shall live.

Coming, going, love to give.

The things I knew have gone away,

The things I know change day by day.

Decaying heart, decaying mind,

Both replaced with ones that shine.

A mind so full, yet empty still.

With so much room for thoughts to fill.

A fresh heart; unfamiliar beat,

That burns with passion, blinding heat.

This fire rages, fueling me,

My soul and mind are breaking free.

To keep this freedom, I shall fight.

Forever striving for the light.

© 2011 Ebits

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Added on November 21, 2011
Last Updated on November 22, 2011
Tags: epiphany, thought, thinking, past, future, philosophy, hope, learning, teaching, light, truth



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I write in spurts. Furiously at times and not at all at others. I have no form. Whatever happens, happens. more..