The Big Blur

For so long,
how simple the decision.
Adolescent verve clinging
to youthful inexperience,

slipping unwillingly into adulthood,
one’s introduction into blurred lines.

Yet clarity awaits.

To be,
to travel through the darkness of ignorance
into the sensorial pleasure of immeasurable existence
learning that we of cosmic matter continue to travel,
even after bodily demise.

Infinity dictates ends await new beginnings.

How comforting,
how fulfilling
to think with purpose about today’s time and beyond.

To live slowly,
to nurture one’s state of aliveness with consciousness,

staving off the big blur acquiescence,
that instant-gratification-fast-lane,

the fast lane that only knows short rides.