The nebulous presence of impeding distractions giving rise to misplaced
priority to what the life journey is meant to flourish:
I travel this path to this life given
Distracted from seeking the truth to Being
Though my mind has not been dulled to its presence
It is the search for this truth to enlightenment
That my spirit seeks its knowing
That I may flourish by the fruits of its giving
To in turn be empowered with its teaching
That those others in my presence
May too favor from its reward
Reshaping the making of future’s thought,
Result of history filtered, reasons brought?
Propriety of purpose, morality sought,
Or guilt of human experience, fraught?
Millennials’ millennium redefining the course,
Humanity’s trajectory made better, or worse?
Black Swan abridging insight to discourse
To past ailments, now the driving force?
Reconciliatory edict presently defining a way
History’s forgiveness being the price to pay?
Or character of true purpose to convey,
What was done, will never be white-washed away?
IS THIS THE ANSWER?
As we enter to what is essentially the last phase of our Chromosomal-telomere quota of flesh-blood existence [excluding prematurely succumbing to freaks of nature {full spectrum inclusion of non-human}& human intervention {accident or otherwise}] one might contemplate, more so maybe than otherwise, but contemplate past, present, and future [emphasis on the `future’ contemplation] rendering such thoughts as the following: WARNING: this is not as morbid as the illustration suggests
Withering and dying, this body slowly degenerating to its ultimate demise, to for-ever be lost to this world, that evidence of its presence to future generations knowing, be forever obliterated as to not have existed at all. If into Nothing our Being ultimately goes, for what reason does it exist in the first place? What Legacy proof be created to harvest a permanence of presence on this evolving, revolving planet Earth? Does the answer lie in the presence of the Cemetery wherein fields of granite, limestone, and other material of aging permanence serve as concrete evidence, witness proof to the Lives that once held prominence and footing on the hallow ground to this perceived existence? That only by Death’s relinquishing of the captured Soul, Life’s energy force fueling existence, does Truth to a Knowing, ultimately become solved. Or does the answer ultimately lie elsewhere; beyond this reality’s need for comprehension?
As one who has spent many hours of his life infused with the need to express what is felt, seen, and heard; to acknowledge a young, inspiring Poet Amanda Gorman [https://youtu.be/FpR7iELvVrI]: to give poetry its place to affectively communicate in so many words, the hearts, minds, and consciousness of the many; gave inspiration to the following in tribute to her glorious achievement(s):
To Be Heard
To write a Poem, is not just words;
It is an individual’s feelings, felt to be heard.
To those whom encounter such a poem;
Know, its meaning is to find an emotional home.
Inspiration, often from the most innocuous place,
Can stimulate a composition of wisdom, hope and grace.
So, understanding that a Poem is more than just words;
Let its next encounter give cause for its meaning to be truly heard.
the growing want, once and for all, to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness; having lost to trial of accomplishment, labelling this soul of presence to energy expended as futile, and render this life expunged: with a final sardonic smile!
With all the strength that is my mind
I reach down deep, within my soul;
Prodding in search to find
My purpose – my ultimate goal.
My brain all muddled, and confused;
Consumed in search of a truth
To answerer the question:
What am I here to do?.
I know, with degree of certainty,
Countless others are of like mind;
Accepting life’s given challenges,
In hopes of this answer too, they will find.
Day in, day out – life-cycle continues;
Plodding along in mindless routine
Changing hats, and coats but, not the venue;
Driven forward by energy forces unseen.
Emanating from the minutest of Earth’s creatures;
Time’s life spirals outward, increasingly to an empirical scale;
Though we exhibit different living features,
Incrementally, we all follow the same cosmic trail.
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Dedicated to a good friend who is Father to his first child:
Birth of a Child
Becoming Father, to Child, a new life borne;
Brings new meaning to life’s passage;
A path marked with hurdles, not forewarned.
Now each day’s beginning, discovery is met;
As a new life’s meaning, begins to unfold;
Filled with new surprises, surpassing any regrets
Challenges to past norms, increasingly out of sight;
The miracle of wonder, experience to discovery;
The birth of a child, brings to an adult’s life.
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Anyone want to put a music score to these lyrics? Rhyming words to garner meaningful, emotional response is more often enhanced through an accompanying musical score.
Better Tomorrows
Hiding from the Sun’s shine,
Falling down with the rain,
A feeling we all know,
Borne from the same pain.
Lost in the darkness,
Room with no light,
Seeking out the answers,
That seem; out of sight.
Hoping for better tomorrows,
To turn a sad life around,
Escaping all the sorrows,
For chance, a new love, be found.
On the last day of Creation, God gathered every living species of earth-born creature save for one of them: Human.
God, looking proudly outward, the murmuring echoes of all assembled, slowly hushed to complete silence.
God’s purpose, told to the gathered: ‘….excluding Human from this gathering is in order to bestow unto this one specie, a unique, talent trait meant to set them apart from all the rest of creation: the gift of wonderment; the thought of mind: to Question.’
In that moment, the multitudes gathered, broke their silence; the lush, open valley echoing their sullen, moan of disappointment.
God, reflecting a moment, feeling the unanimous reaction, once again spoke; the valley again falling silent.
God’s eyes, lit brighter than countless Suns, shouted in the loudest, thunderous voice so all would be sure to hear, crying out: ‘Be not dishearten my flock, for to you all who stand here, reverently before Me, I treasure you with an even more precious gift; the Divine Answer to the question humanity will be most consumed to answer: ‘What is the purpose to this human life? And further, you are free to speak of this, to tell every Human you encounter, and through your progeny, for all eternity.‘
God, feeling the renewed energy of goodness, joy and happiness well up from among them beckoned with cheer and reverence; `Go now! Return to the place on this Earth you call Home!’.
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