Enter the doorway of beginnings.
Expect to be offended, horrified, or appalled
In the range of sensory extremes.
Stand back.
Don’t get confused in hopelessness,
Or pain, disgust, judgment, and hate.
Listen,
Allow the senses to learn
Get distance from yourself,
See what it is,
How it reacts,
Bare the shock of reality’s vision.
I don’t know where hope rises
In the place empty of crying.
All I know is the mystery of magic in life,
Good and bad,
A meaningless happening
In the macro/micro distance
Beyond any concern of me.
Cold principles of function dictate in all.
It’s experience is not asking
Or caring about mine, me or yours.
So, I cry and laugh
In the detached distance
Of existence’s struggling.
It seeks of me only to survive
In alignment with its demands.
Deny the quest and vanish in forgetting
Without a trace of goodness or meaning.
And yet, it is slightly possible
That we can know and learn together
And comply with Life’s purpose
In matters movements
And not corrupt
The principles of meaning
In the denial of pain.
Death is not simple in its accepting
Until after we are eaten.
So why kill what we can’t eat?
Like who we imagine ourselves to be?
This can determine
If we have a continuing destiny.
But, hopeless reaction in instant’s death
Cannot guide our becoming.
All the while the awakening dead
Guide the ship of meaning
With dreams, appetites and denial
Of the human crimes against meaning and hope
Is on trial.
Look what we have done with the trees.
Desperate people mad with axes, guns, and money
Murder for survival’s sake.
War and peace.
Kill and eat,
Fall asleep and wake up hungry,
Ready to kill again and again,
Resistance returns to anger.
It is nature’s law.
Follow it until comfort turns into fat,
Necessity into denial,
Sleep into waiting
To be killed and eaten by another.
Filled with starvations’ fear
Driving grace from meaning,
We do not see
Beyond the reality of the “me”.
Hungry and cold
Is the warmth of another tree
As it burns up in the fire of destiny.
Around we go in extinction’s cycle
Blinded by vision’s inability to see
Even in the moment of necessity.
We stop living in our biology.
And then don’t do what we need to do
In the denial of appetites grasp
Leaving fear to guide reaction’s path.
Sanity among the insane doesn’t work either.
No wonder belief is more comforting than reality.