What are we if not morsels in this universe searching for meaning? If we are alive to the moment we float through life; if we battle with time to get its predominance, we find passages with hurdles; and if we search and mull and have conversations with life to figure out it’s import, we find false endings.
What are we to do if not wrestle with ourselves, to give credence to our struggles?
We face life with our hands curled into fists, battle-ready, already battle-weary. We think it is a race to hit the tape, a game of dom...
What are we if not morsels in this universe searching for meaning? If we are alive to the moment we float through life; if we battle with time to get its predominance, we find passages with hurdles; and if we search and mull and have conversations with life to figure out it’s import, we find false endings.
What are we to do if not wrestle with ourselves, to give credence to our struggles?
We face life with our hands curled into fists, battle-ready, already battle-weary. We think it is a race to hit the tape, a game of dominance, to be something called the best. We get entangled in trappings and on a daily basis we diminish ourselves in a desperate bid to be a beast.
We forget, time and again, that we merely need to be the best of ourselves , to know the best of life. To know generosity, to know giving as the only way to get, to face vicissitudes with the excitement of a scholar discovering new principles.
But, over and above everything, to know that in seeking meaning, we give meaning. And nothing, nothing, goes waste. Everything we give of ourselves into the universe has a legacy, the fruits of which we might or might not see in our lifetimes. It could be tangible as art or the written word, or it could be amorphous as a thought, which still gets transmitted to the world in mysterious ways.
We are magicians. We should never forget that. But are we the ones who bring awe and wonder into the world or are we evil, using our talent and clout for personal gain which the universe deems as unwieldy and unsustainable. The messaging is clear and unambiguous, it’s we who are arrogant enough to ignore its signs. Untimely sickness, pain, loss. They all find their way into the vacuum which evil leaves. Generosity fills, and there is no space left for anything at all, because happiness is expansive enough to fill the universe.
The thunder which reverberates in our skies could bring rain which nourishes our soul further - or it could bring storms which destroy everything which we built because we’d already destroyed the foundation on which we built our home on.
Eternity then is nothing more than the innocence of our souls and the embracing of the thunder which engulfs our life perforce.
If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on questions relating to the meaning of life -
- Rediscovering Heaven
- Yes...
- Seasons as Consultants to Life
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Music: Relaxation 4 by Frank Schroeter
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