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.
Wit. Wisdom. Wonder... 