A Zephyrean Life


Do we fly away,
Drift away,
Stay away,
Or were we ever the real

We were made to believe?

How fleeting the impressions
Plummeted by the New today,
Dismissing yesterday as the old,
Daring tomorrow to invent further questioning.

The labels abound.
Father,
Mother,
Sister,
Brother,
Daughter,
Son,

Friend,
Lover,
Yet how much a part of each other
Are we?

Might it be
We are but separate cells
Incubated into life,
Rendered a sameness by others,
Yet in reality
Thirsting for fulfillment,
Compelled to wander aimlessly,
Stumbling through existence?

To argue such a theory
Is to know
Along the way
Seasoned lives find they separate,

Often re-connecting.

Like all of nature
Estrangements occur,
Drifting inevitably,
Further attachments waning,
Collective consciousness
Becoming a reality to fulfill the essence of life.

Still…

Such eventual singularity
Leaves us free to adventure in our search.

 
To know self-determined identity
Requires but to hoist liberation’s sails,
Catch tomorrow’s movement of Zephyrus mystery,
Leave behind misbegotten time.

And if continuance be true …

To watch from afar
The debris of the past
And know destiny is of our own making,

Is by our own determination,
Not of others.

How glorious to actuate

That sweetness of air
Breathed from Zephyrus within
And unshackle the captivity of a somebody

Wholly imagined by insecurity’s hold.