Today, I'm heartbroken. I don't know why I'm here. There must be a reason.
I still search for answers as to why this happened. I don't know whom to ask.
Still, I am here for now. I don't remember how I arrived at this point.
The questions are many. They are ready-to-hand. A blindfold for treason?
Hanging or firing squad? How long before I die? If I don't die, what then?
Exit the womb stillborn? Would that have been better? Why am I still alive?
Someone must love this life. Even I have moments. Fleeting in solitude.
Even I taste the tart raspberries with honey in Greek yogurt and bask
As if the summer sun across my bronze flesh in the ocean, buoyant,
Surfing the perfect waves, tubular in motion, gliding with my body
Over the jet surface then crashing to the depths, deep where a mermaid's den
Nestled under the sea, awaiting a sailor, drowned, hungry to survive.
Fortress of solitude, where the creative spark lights at high altitude,
Origin of lightning, cosmic forces collide in the Crab Nebula,
Radiate beyond space, beyond time, beyond breath, where consciousness resides.
Jubilation! I found the reason I am here, beyond all enquiry,
Ordained to suffer life, old age, sickness and death, wisdom spectacular,
Yoni surrounds lingam, the origin of joy, where the death drive presides.
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