MARIETA MAGLAS

 

 

A Nuance Of Life

 

We were still existent in

the quiet cradle of time;

hovered, suspended.

We lingered, caught between

the whispers of finiteness

and the echoing vastness of infinity.

This moment was essential, allowing us

to breathe life into the unheard and

to weave a new nuance;

a gentle flicker within the universe.

 

A star ignited,

born from the depths of our longing,

dancing across the dark canvas,

its radiant beams caressing our eternal love,

intertwining our souls with the canopy of heaven.

 

Upon the hallowed surfaces of our sanctuary,

a tranquility enveloping us,

our names inscribed; holiness, reliance;

grace fulfilling the altar of thinking.

 

In that divine presence,

our souls, humble and awed,

fell to their knees—

an act of surrender—

an offering,

a prayer spun from cosmic dust,

resonating through the corridors of eternity.

He granted us a gift,

the ability to rise anew,

to awaken from the shadows,

to carry this illumination forward,

embracing the boundless within

our limited hearts.

 

 

Today, each heartbeat a declaration,

each breath, a communion,

as we journey together, hand in hand,

into the embrace of an endless dawn,

where love endures endlessly,

a star eternally shining bright.

 

Beyond The Veil Of Existence

 

We do not vanish,

we meander, we evolve,

a metamorphosis bound in silence—

each pulse of breath, a whisper:

I am, I was, I will be,

and yet, the heaviness of feeling diminishes,

like echoes in an empty hall.

 

Death is not a drawn curtain,

but a passage—a gateway; a threshold,

where the self merges into the vastness,

where being and non-being waltz,

a harmony of shadows and illumination,

a cosmic twist, a delicate embrace.

 

Life, a non-existent death,

each moment teetering,

balancing on the edge of oblivion,

the essence captured in transient reflections.

 

‘When I am, death is not,’

lingering just beyond that notion,

its simplicity, profound.

Epicurus would smile here,

as I proclaim my renewal,

declining the mirage of the afterlife.

‘Tis not resurrection but metamorphosis—

to dive into the void,

to awaken anew from the slumber of self,

flesh and spirit weaving through the tapestry of time.

 

The grand illusion:

I exist, I cease, I am, I am not—

and yet, in this unending cycle of being,

 

we step into light,

or embrace the shroud of darkness,

the eternal night, as Swinburne whispered,

the veil of negative existence stretching thin.

 

In this void, do we uncover everything?

For beneath the dark expanse lies potential,

the spark concealed in the abyss,

this emptiness, a canvas awaiting—

to infuse color into what it means to exist,

swallowing the echoes of awareness,

the fragments of the selves we once were.

 

Any passage, a soft embrace of absence,

as Asimov noted—

that which does not exist is the nitty-gritty of everything,

the paradox profound,

wading in waters of existential contemplation,

where zero transforms into the new infinity.

 

Anthony spoke of darkness,

the unyielding pull of reality—

that love of life cannot prepare us

for the cerements of nothingness,

where light flickers like a waning star,

rebirthing from its own ashes,

while changes like temper tantrums

towards the end play all chords.

 

Behold, we must confront our own decline,

the display of our false identities,

the fragmented encounter with death's embrace,

where awareness unravels,

yet the cosmos continues its dance,

a vibrant dance of birth and demise—

functionally indistinguishable,

an endless cycle.

 

And still, justice beckons from the abyss,

the virtuous against the wicked,

in visions of everlasting existence—

but without the anchor of divinity,

 

We are left adrift, tracing patterns

in the dust of existence, transient beings

held together by threads of thought,

suspended between genesis and ruin,

convinced we are more than mere phantoms,

even as we descend into the abyss,

forever yearning to ascend anew.

 

MARIETA MAGLAS

 

MARIETA MAGLAS: Marieta Maglas resides in France, where she pursues dual careers as a poet and a doctor. Her literary themes encompass love, freedom, truth, justice, and existentialism. Marieta's poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals, including The MockingOwl Roost, Lothlorien Journal, Verse-Virtual, Sparks of Calliope, Silver Birch Press, Sybaritic Press, Four Feathers Press, Kingfisher Poetry, Haikuniverse, Masticadores Canada, Oddville Press, Dashboard Horus, Coin-Operated Press, Mayari Literature, Synchronized Chaos, Al-Khemia Poetica, PentaCat Press, Phoenix Z Publishing, All Your Poems Magazine, Letterpile, Southern Arizona Press, and Antarctica Journal. Additionally, her work has been featured in several anthologies, such as Near Kin: A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler, Nancy Drew Anthology: Writing and Art Featuring Everybody’s Favorite Female Sleuth, The Cardinal Anthology Volume 3, Ain’t no Deadbeats Around Here Anthology, Startled by MUSIC 2023, Startled by FAITH 2023, A Divine Madness: An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry, Enchanted- Love Poems and Abstract Art, and The Auroras and Blossoms PoArtMo Anthology: 2020 Edition.  Some of her poems have been translated into Japanese, published in the Journal of Akita International Haiku in Japan, into Korean, appearing in DiziBooks in South Korea, and much more. In 2016, her poetry collection titled Cubic Words was released in Belgium.