Ness
Some musings while sitting in the dark, facing into the light. Pondering whether there is really any difference between the two, as I reflect on the poignant juxtaposition of that hole in my heart and the lightness and joy in precious moments. Life has a way of humbling all but the most oblivious among us (who I sometimes secretly envy). It’s times like these when we’re faced with life’s biggest questions; In short, our search for meaning. Existential stuff begging (I think) to not be taken too seriously, as we experience this thing called life.
Kind of like ourselves…
Where do we come from? Where are we going?
What about our mothers and fathers?
All of those who walked this Earth before us?
That what swung from the trees before them?
That what dragged from the seas before them?
That what gelled in the soup before them?
The fallout from the cosmic chemistry set,
Random rubble from the great sound and fury?
That what made up the blobs of gas and dust,
Swirling projectiles flung recklessly
From the primordial tempest?
We are that sheerest fabric of somethingness
Spun from gossamer threads of nothingness
From a place of neither light nor darkness
Who will be returning there shortly
Scarcely ever having realized
We never even left it
Random particles with illusions
Of grandeur and permanence
Like colored grains of sand
Intricate mandalas of chance
Gathered to then be swept away
Like ever moving sands of time
Flowing through the universe
Back into the nothingness
That we mistake for somethingness
That what lies behind the eye of the observer
That sole immutable place
Through which we move but never leave
That place where we’ll forever be
In the lightness of the darkness
That tranquil fullness of emptiness
Where anything is possible
