The moments that exist

Between those islands of forgetfulness

When you live like you are somebody

With something to do-

Is the ocean of eternity that surrounds you.

 

You are part of its immensity

But prefer to be more relatable

As a name…an entity…a person

Who will surrender readily to a little love

And the promise of an elusive bliss.

 

Our pretensions of personality,

Our cultivation of purpose

And the poetic expressions of our angst-

Keep us forever entangled

In the question of, ‘who we essentially are…’

 

Perhaps that question is pointless

When addressed to an existence that just is

A oneness with no exception.

Your poetry is a monologue…

Who you’re not is speaking with who you are.