There is something about
Standing in the madness and searching for reasons
Taking us to the inventions of thought’s imagination
Fantasy trying to cope with loss
In the character of feelings
And “Here I am.”
And also, “Here we are.”
Embedded in day-to-day labors of needing
Surviving in distraction and engagement
Focusing on each step and breath
Turning to conclusion and uncertainty
Taking the preoccupation of dreaming
Into the skills of creation’s focus
And in these thoughts, find meaning
To seek in understanding
And vitalize oneself
In a dream’s living
But, most,
Buried in untrained behavior’s frame
Or blinded in occupations beyond oneself
Denying the vacuum.
A few seek the open mind
That sees beyond the boundaries of meaning
Holding on to distraction in relief
From the task at hand
Necessity captures the functions of living
That provide the foundations of vision
Beyond one’s own hands
Where the nightmares of privilege
Roam beyond the dimensions of life
To explore beyond the soul
Captured in the tasks of living’s provision
Reaching into the conscious journey beyond
Without the God
To distort the shape of meaning
Or become captured in sacred self importance
Certain to be lost in desire’s success
For it is only the emptiness of self’s delusion that is true
Meanings borrowed to hold one together
On the journey of emptiness
Then when death looms personal
When we are set to end the struggle
Only to find what is not true
In our distorted visions of humankind
As self importance dies with the body
Leaving emptiness behind
In a puff of passing remains
Of one’s single existence
What could remain of what we have done?
Only the genes in children
And some of what lives in their mind
But what could remain in Time’s dimension?
What is it that is able to hold itself in forever
In matter or thought
When, like ourselves,
Our kind also ceases to exist in matter’s circle
As we seek to fill emptiness
With manifestations without meaning?
What endures in our remains?
What is Life without the God dreams to sustain us?