All the years trying to explain
the spirit's wish, this wishing tree,
dropping seeds foolishly upon
common ground, this life,uprooted,
carried for meaningless distances,
groaning in thirst.
Is there a center to the emptiness,
a place where all the nonsense
becomes relevant?
Will I ever see anyone as they are?
Will anyone ever see me?
Sometimes truth is bearable.
It proves its worth . . . The delusions
drift apart and the sun bursts
through the seams, The heart is alone -
in every conversation the unspoken
haunting the fragile distances
of the Unspeakable, voice falling back
upon silence.
It strikes me that every seed
must surrender, crack open and die
into Life , , ,
"Is there a center to the emptiness,
a place where all the nonsense
becomes relevant?"
A question, Kevin, right at the heart
of things...we may well have to die
to know the meaning of living..and your
final line leads to that, i feel.
This made me sit up and pay full attention,
good writing does that.
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a place where all the nonsense
becomes relevant?"
A question, Kevin, right at the heart
of things...we may well have to die
to know the meaning of living..and your
final line leads to that, i feel.
This made me sit up and pay full attention,
good writing does that.
John