they never seem to realize the truth. look beyond themselves and their small lives. see what it is. see what belongs to them, hold forever the reality of their dreams.
perhaps one day. one day they shall see the truth. one day of sight is all they need.
perhaps tomorrow
There are so many things I can’t explain. So many feelings I can’t register. Questions I can’t fathom. Thoughts I fail to explore.
Is there choice in this matter?
Boundless yet finite are my journeys. Reason leads the expedition now. Faith has taken her sabbatical, leaving the journey up to the mind alone.
Once there was a time when the universe opened her heart to me. When we danced and drank in life to the fullest. We ventured, amazed at the signs which stared upon us in reflection. She and me. Bound. There once was a time…
It seems so long ago.
Then there came the passage above, the one which triumphed above us as one. The one which called to question the feelings, the thoughts, the connection with realization. The one which threatened the heart. During our travels we often face reason and choice…
This was neither, yet it was both.
There came the road. Metaphorical. The road which bore two paths.
Numbly I chose the path apart. Journeyed the world with her in silence, for she was there. My universe. In silence. She knew why I chose the path. It was simpler, yet forged in false altruism.
Truth is hidden…
Often in plain sight.
Yet in this sight, before us we fail to question the journey. The who, what, where and why? Who laid the path, ventured the journey, explored the unexplorable and sought the meaning?
It was Us
Before we see the end, let us journey the paths and live the beginnings. Before we see the end, let us reunite.
I wonder why when we dream, life seems so irrelevant? Why the hours of sleep feel so short… as if time matters little to the worlds we travel in the night.
I wonder why when we breathe, the air flows through our bodies as if there is no reason… simply will… as if the body is animated by its own design.
I wonder why when we feel, I mean deeply connect to raw emotions, there is that physical reality to the minds power…
the breaking of the heart from sorrow and loss
the butterflies in your stomach when you are nervous, or in love
the laughter which flows so heavily when you are happy
the tear which release when the mind knows not what to do with the flows of emotion, be it happiness or sadness…
I wonder why when we think… delve deep into the abyss we call Mind… do these things make sense. The answers and reasons we resolve delicately explain that which is unexplainable to each individual reality…
we think there for we are
All alone, yet connected by the similarities of Life… semblance to Mind… oneness to Soul…
I wonder why I wonder. Yet I am happy that I do… for so many take not the time to care, learn, think… perhaps it is the wondering we find the wonder
I remember a conversation I had a little while ago. One of those semi-philosophical conversations… where you stumble upon a golden nugget… a morsel of perfection… clarity even… yet as I try to recall it all, I have a hard time remembering the “aha” moment…
Lessons.
Meanings.
Truth.
Knowledge.
The meaning of it all, you understand the feelings evoked when you have a realization… and having that feeling amplified by the connection with another mind… knowing you are not alone in your mind…
What were we taught?
Think about what we know.
It was all created by us,
Language and society.
All of it is conceptualized by us.
A table is a table. The sky is the sky. The earth is earth… or is it known as something else. they are what we claim them to be… life is what we claim it to be. Perhaps the reason is because we are isolated, perhaps it is because we are alone. The closest connection we have to the universe is God… and even He is abstract…
Perhaps there is no reason other than that which we create.
A baby is born into the world
We nourish, teach and love
We raise it, as we were raised
Sometimes differently,
But most with good intentions
Sometimes along the way
A path is crossed
A child ventures the wrong direction,
That child in the future misguided,
Misguides another
This cycle, as it always is
Is Life
There is another perspective. One which involves fate… destiny… God even. The reason,
if it applies,
is none other than experience,
life,
learning,
being…
what if there is no wrong?
what if there is no right?
what if life, the series of events which have passed for thousands of years all reach this screen. generations and countless generations of blood being passed on and on… to guide you to this realization… the countless choices, mistakes, tears, years… the road which lead you here was paved with good intentions along the way… so perhaps that is life… or a infinitesimal part of it
perhaps
always perhaps
or what I claim perhaps to be
Your happiness wanes with the moon, fear not.
As days pass, darkness grows
light wanes to the demanding cycle
remain certain and clear
it shall wax.
The cycle shall be new.
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