Where do I go in this empty space?
I feel I am following in inertia
More than meaning
And that this is part of getting from here to there
Perhaps it is time for distraction?
But I don’t think so
Not knowing where to go
Is that which fills the gaps in time’s spaces
It is travel and motion in revealing and being
In the vibration of an incomplete reality
Wrapped in an endless lonely dream
Planted in the soul.
Ah… the words still
Do not the emptiness fill
They only bring a bit of comfort to the feeling
Never to be fulfilled
Except in illusions of belief
Falling from dreaming’s cloud.
Emptiness is the hardest to hold
It bears no fruit
Only the growth will be told
In endless becoming
Which is the secret of life’s reaching
By taking evolution’s blinded steps
On and on until death do us part.
God is an invention of comfort
In the craze of empty knowing
To hold the heart and mind in place
In the journey of the vacuum of being
In unimportant significance
Among all and everything
Searching for a place to be
With only the purpose
to acknowledge oneself
In the emptiness of forever reaching
For a grip on knowing
The meaning is only in becoming
Becoming continues to speak to the living
While death allows the soul to recover it’s will
And create the new
From the seeds of the old
In another opportunity to travel
The roads of living
Seeking meaning in yet another step
Beyond the last
Where something converges
From the journey of the past
To be shared with the present
In the ambiguous mystery
Of all in the totality
To find each other seeking
In conscious awareness
Of each one’s existing.
NOTE: I suppose “it” is all about the organic relevance of existing without the qualification of meaning and purpose.
So here we are, here I am, sinking into the vast sea of time, relevant only to me and my solitary dimension as a human animal that kills, eats, shits, breeds, dies and still remains humble enough to laugh now and then.