The Forms of Good and Evil

 

 

 

 

 

The Forms of Good and Evil

 

 

There is nothing that matters in the vast nothingness;

 

Less is more and more is nothing less.

 

Where there is emptiness

 

There is inimitable silence

 

This is immutable until birth’s violence.

 

 

 

There is an uneasy stillness in the dark

 

Where the eyes are wide open and stark

 

As the struggle to survive seeks to mark

 

Whether the prey’s flight is real

 

Or whether the predator has a meal.

 

 

 

There was perfect balance in Eden’s garden

 

As paradise gave eternity without ill or harden -

 

Least the coveting of men need warden

 

 Against the one covenant’s stake:

 

Do not fall into temptation’s wake.

 

 

 

There is a subtle disturbance in the stillness

 

A blink of light grows into a timeless

 

Explosion of infinite power ; space is endless

 

And, goodness and evilness shall be amorphous

 

Until the eye’s desires seek to have their carnal notice.