Life; a vacation without postcards.
Life, how can you be
So minute, yet so vast?
So publicly, yet so privately known?
So explorable, yet impossible to describe?
So plausible, yet so unlikely?
So obedient to probability, yet utterly improbable?
So random, yet so meaningful?
So giving, yet so undemanding?
So beyond words, yet so irresistible to words?
I’ll never succeed in describing you
Free from the belief that I must.
I have fears
Such terrible fears
Origins so remote
Wellspring so pure
Let me follow you
Out of this nightmare
And on your chest
How can I express myself without this sickly aftertaste of arrogance in what I say?
How can I even think clearly when I only have another’s language to use, one built layer upon layer of misunderstanding and mistrust?
How can you and I ever really speak and share if we don’t first throw away this pretend set of understood ideas?
For the two of us to meet, really meet and speak, really speak and love even….surely for this, we need to build our own little language, just you and me, so that we can really stay with each other, not leave and come back with foreign formula.
Would that be alright…could we start again please, even if it’s only for my benefit? Can this, right here, be our start?
Let me be the first to say, I don’t know what is going on here. I don’t know where to begin in what I believe and know. I feel overwhelmed with so many concepts about life, so many blurred definitions, overlapping meanings, contradictions.
So can we start afresh please? Or can we just wait a while right here, and not go anywhere….will you stay here with me and keep me company?
I’m just a beginner and while you all seem to be building such complex things, I can’t seem to get even one block to sit on top of another…I’m hopeless at this! I don’t know where to go, which thoughts to follow, which people to believe?
I look at my face in the mirror, my skin, into my eyes, then down the length of my arms…the blemishes on them, the creases, the blue veins….I feel their weight and solidity on the window ledge as I look out into the garden…I look at the shrubs in next door’s garden for a while…and then back at the mirror.
I mean, this is what it’s like for me, just this body here looking at stuff around the place. Am I missing something? Seems so basic but I can’t make any of my buildings stand up.
Look how nimble, how quick!
Darting here darting there
Playing across senses
Leaping across years
Undaunted by change
Diving deep then soaring
Over the open waters
Bouncing off smooth stone
In contrast to the conventional,
He was born aged 37 and a half
Fully clothed on a large mattress
Parents nowhere to be seen.
He blinked in the half-dark
A crack of light slicing the curtains
And looked up at the ceiling
He knew he loved ceilings…
On his left arm he could feel
The warm head of a small boy
No name, only breathing.
Outside he heard seagulls
He knew he loved seagulls…..
Their calls filled his head
Before he passed away
A few moments later.
Truly, life means you no harm
Whatever you have been cruelly taught
Please be at ease now
There is no ill will, no doomsday, no malevolence
There is no consequence to this life that you need fear
No wrong turning that you can unwittingly take
There is no urgency to this moment nor hidden test
Nothing within experience to which you must pay attention
There is no measure for your experience, nor measurer
There is no beginning you need remember nor ending to be prepared
Nor even present to which you must constantly attend
There is no time for you to save or waste
Nor final death for you to overcome