Echo’s Essence
by Odin Roark

Listening to echoes
Beyond disappearance

Such might be Nature’s plan
For us
For all living entities

Why then
Does man have not the patience
For allowing the timbre of life’s experience
To find its own settlement
It’s own completion?

Might it be

We are fearful of the resultant quiet?

Every sound
Every action
Every word spoken
Enters the atmosphere
Seeking only to be absorbed
To be taken in
To be allowed its totality

Yet
We often fend off such insistence
Fearing end’s realization
Its cyclic reconnection to nothingness
Disturbing one’s sense of forward motion
Of advancing toward the goal
Of perceived purpose

Perhaps ignoring
Or
Obviating 1 + 1’s essence equals 1
Is but to hold
1+1=2

So goes separation
We
Them
Now
Later
This
That
Forever resisting existence
And its unbridled continuum

Even as we willingly start an echo
But await its final silence… unwillingly

We involuntarily experience

Some laugh
Others weep