The Existential Vessel: A Contemplation on the Boundless Potential of Life

Amidst the vast, unyielding sands of time,
A bottle of my mortal essence lies.
The emptiness of its form, a paradigm.

Each moment lived, each breath, each fleeting chime,
A drop into this bottle, until it dries,
Amidst the vast, unyielding sands of time.

Within this vessel, memories entwine,
The joy, the pain, the laughter and the cries,
The emptiness of its form, a paradigm.

And yet, the yearning heart seeks to align
With something beyond this finite disguise,
Amidst the vast, unyielding sands of time.

For in this bottle, there is no design,
No purpose, no meaning, no grand prize,
The emptiness of its form, a paradigm.

Oh, how I long to break free, to climb
Beyond the veil of this mortal guise,
Amidst the vast, unyielding sands of time,
The emptiness of its form, a paradigm.

But even as I yearn to break away,
I find myself drawn to this bottle still,
To hold it close and feel its weight each day.

For though it may seem empty and astray,
It holds a power that my heart can fill,
A testament to life's eternal play.

This bottle is a mirror to portray
The beauty and the pain of our free will,
To hold it close and feel its weight each day.

And so I'll stay here, for a little while,
With this bottle as my guide and my thrill,
For in its emptiness, I find a smile.

And as I contemplate life's endless mile,
I see the beauty in each moment still,
To hold it close and feel its weight each day.

So let the sands of time continue to pile,
For in this bottle, I have found my fill,
A testament to life's eternal style,
To hold it close and feel its weight each day.

As I hold this bottle, I contemplate
The stories it could tell if it could speak,
Of all the joys and sorrows it did sate.

The memories it holds, both love and hate,
All the secrets it's been sworn to keep,
As I hold this bottle, I contemplate.

It's a reminder that our time is fate,
And each moment is precious and unique,
Of all the joys and sorrows it did sate.

Though it may seem that we are small and late,
In this bottle, we've left a mark so sleek,
As I hold this bottle, I contemplate.

For in this vessel, I can meditate
On the lessons that my soul does seek,
Of all the joys and sorrows it did sate.

So let the sands of time continue to abate,
For in this bottle, I find what I seek,
As I hold this bottle, I contemplate,
Of all the joys and sorrows it did sate.

This bottle is a symbol of my life,
A container of my memories and dreams,
A vessel of my struggles and my strife.

It represents the moments of joy and strife,
The love that grew and the pain it redeems,
This bottle is a symbol of my life.

It reminds me of the times of peace and strife,
Of the places I've been and the sights I've seen,
A vessel of my struggles and my life.

Each memory I've collected on this journey rife,
Has shaped my soul and fulfilled my schemes,
This bottle is a symbol of my life.

And though the sands of time may bring me strife,
And my essence fades like a waning beam,
A vessel of my struggles and my life.

I'll hold onto this bottle with all my might,
For it's a testament to my living theme,
This bottle is a symbol of my life,
A vessel of my struggles and my life.

The empty bottle of my mortal existence,
Holds the essence of what makes me whole,
It's the sum of all my experiences and persistence.

Each drop within, a mark of my resistance,
To the tumultuous times that tried my soul,
The empty bottle of my mortal existence.

A symbol of my journey, of my very essence,
Of all that I've learned and all that I've known,
It's the sum of all my experiences and persistence.

And though the sands of time may offer resistance,
I'll hold onto this bottle with love and control,
The empty bottle of my mortal existence.

For it represents the beauty of my existence,
The endless potential of my heart and my soul,
It's the sum of all my experiences and persistence.

So let the sands of time continue their dance,
For this bottle of mine is a precious toll,
The empty bottle of my mortal existence,
The sum of all my experiences and persistence.







The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XV, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
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