This Is The Thing

flowerpaint(ruff)

Whispered cries
of tearful
meaninglessness
burn paths
down my flesh
scarred
by expectations
hope and regret
born to die
yet allowed
to perceive
and respond
to the external
frequencies
atoms
which sow
all seams
in desire’s
awareness
of lacking
motivating
and creating
the abstract
one
What is
importance?
Is this the end?
What mattered?
Am I afraid?
Am I relieved?
Am I wrong?
Did I not understand?
Will I be at peace?
Or will this soul
be left
in the eternity
of torment
I have always
been taught
it will?
Am I ready?
Can you ever be?
Does it matter?
What if
there is nothing
after the dark?
No sound
or light?
My time
stops
All of our time
stops
All legacies
cease
No purpose
transcends
What if we are all wrong?
Where
is peace then
Where
is goodness
Where
is love
Where
is hate
Where
is doubt
Where
are you?
Is it possible
this consciousness
continues
this moral energy
hangs like morning mist
saturating all that it touches
nourishing the vibrant
perpetuating rhythm
together
undissolved
not dissipating
held
at peace
one with the universe
the here
and now
the past
the future
with range
and depth
therefore
altogether
unlike the mist
for a mist
is unknowing
or do my particles
relieved
of duty
to one another
let go
released from
obligation
and purpose
give up their energy
adding to the
positive
or negative influence
of being
of charge
and run
like children at recess
out into the yard
scattering
in a thousand
different directions
on a journey
to connect
with something new
create
something new
never dying
but repurposed
feeding into
another life stream
breathed in
by beautiful
fat green leaves
or burning
gaseous stars
that exist
upon
these fragmented
bits
carrying no
knowable information
yet holding the key
to everything

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s