One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 71. in living code

.

Sonnet No. 141

Like a curtain of scintillating sheath,

The ones and zeros of reality

Matrix themselves flatly in our belief,

Then settle in forms of finality.

Hindus conceive of all experience

As being set down upon the pages

Of Akashic knowledge that we may reference,

If our hearts are pure enough for the ages.

And so in living code I have writ you

Large in the great book with its sacred seal,

Whose transparent veil can only be seen through

With the holy eyes of Love that know what’s real.

For all times our love will be recorded –

Kept safe, treasured, and by like-minds, hoarded.

Sonnet No. 142

As it ticks its arbitrary passage,

The new year’s countdown makes me think of them –

All those young men, and the time they bridge –

For their beauty stays, though the years condemn.

And you and I? – How will we remember

The fullness of this vanishing moment,

From the vantage of many years’ number,

Together for the lifetime that we’ve spent?

Youth may fade, but perennial as New Years,

The fresh-faced count replenishes like grass –

The trick is finding one without tears

To accept and allow the years to pass.

Two dozen days like this have we in store,

So, let’s toast the old with new evermore.

_