life is unmistakably simple. Yet somehow extraordinary.
what makes life extraordinary, one might ask. it’s the big
things some might say, it’s the small things, others might guess.
but what is big and small? how big is the universe? how little
is our littlest toe? has the universe got boundaries?
is what we see, what we know?
what is love, i ask. it is the small things. it is the big
things. it is the small and big things together. we ought not
to fear it. we ought not to fear life.
what makes us fear life? what makes us fear love?
is it the possibility of an ending?
is it the possibility of losing?
what ends? what do we lose?
what is there to hold on? what is pain? what is sorrow?
was life yesterday? is it today? or will it be tomorrow? what is
time? is it magic? is magic real? is time only a repeating song?
love. how does it begin? how does it grow? how does it mend?
it feels beautiful. it is overwhelming. it gets heavier as we go.
is it distasteful? is it distant? is it near?
are you here? am i real though?
i was asked, very recently of course, what is the world as we know it
i was told, after a very long pause, thoughts are what this world is
i awoke. tell me, is there anything else in this world other than
a ceaseless flow of thoughts? where do they come from? where do they go?
i’m walking on a stretch of salt-brimmed sand. it is pale yellow,
like straw. the slightly warm waves, they splash on my feet, a bit
around my ankles, and the foam breaks. it is white, light blue and grey.
it feels really good and the sky is unbelievably beautiful. i look
at my feet as my toes disappear under sand and water. i look at them
as they reappear, moments later.
Sand. Feet. Pink, clean toes. Water.
One at a time.
when my eyes meet my feet, sand, pink, clean toes, and water
are swallowed whole into oblivion. when i think of pink, clean toes,
everything else is sucked up into oblivion. one at a time, my mother explained.
i look up. my eyes wander close to my mother, father, sister and others.
i look at my family, my blood. we are together. we are one. who is God?
is He here? is He just another thought?
one by one, i let them go. one by one, i let myself know,
i’m not theirs, nor they, mine. it hurts. it is hard to think so.
but it is so, apparently.
it makes sense though, when they are gone. life becomes easier,
it becomes plainer, lighter even, to think when ties are gone,
i’m freer, (apparently).
but i’d rather have them. know them.
and carry them in my thoughts.
i don’t mind the weight. no matter how long it takes.
i don’t care how time operates.
i don’t care how deep i’ll fall. i don’t want a wall.
where do i stand? do i stand tall?
am i pale? (i haven’t eaten at all).
i have questions. i have answers too.
One too many, deep, shallow, and You.