Tolstoy Love

Gratitude and idealism

Conflated with realism

Providing no clarity of reason

In sentiment’s absurdity  

Its absent anxiety

In the isolated night of confusion

Hunting for reality

With belief and fantasy

So how does the sincerity of meaning

Find its way in the world of thinking

While captured In expectation’s hold       

In a universe of desire

On the path of ignorant arrogance

Smothered in self importance

In the nightmare of feeling’s distortions

Avoiding pain and suffering

In the self’s destruction?

How does reason find its way

In the blinding maze of comprehension?

No wonder war dominates and stays

The animal kingdom’s dimension

Seeking desire’s dreams

In a world of biological reality

I love you

I’m grateful

I have money

I’m happy

And distracted

In desire and illusion

Lest I die in the confusion

Of accepting meaning

Without the gift in knowing.

Please!

Comfort my feeling’s in denial

Without the suffering of reality

With self importance and ease.

God help us?

Exactly!

Relieve with believe

Smile in denial

God bless the

Dysfunction of the mind

Of all humankind.