I could tell in few words
how living takes hold, and death curses existence.
I could tell in melody of aching empty.
I can convey feelings,
as sun brings her morning breath,
as star dreams in time –
all this sensed with a word.
but, I cannot change fate,
make sense of where sense is not made
Knowing this, feeling, helpless
in understanding all is how it births and dies for purpose –
I cannot bring the why to front
The sight and senselessness of life stopped short.
even in knowing short lives matter most and touch and pull
with unscathed beauty,
I still can’t tell of how I feel when it seems the sun settled too soon.
Death makes this sacrifice so we live – why I and not you?
This world was not for such innocence.
Does this make the living unworthy of death?
I am grateful that,
Sometimes we just be.
No purpose to strive to,
no plan to adhere to
no goal to attain,
no ambition… just being –
a human being,
in a small time in space.
Until we can breathe
And walk on.
I ponder how people see others In their reflections peering back vibrating in frenzied pools. Perceptions of themselves not forgot. Forgo forgotten shores, hands of circles in circles spiralling compulsions of self as self defined? Can they see themselves in the hubris of humanity?
Understanding another comes in stillness of self, knowing circles and patterns definitions as perceived. Hand in hand – around and around. ~IW~