From nothingness I fell
into the world of substance,
into the world of becoming:
and became, a toddler, a teenager,
a soldier, a husband, a father,
a professor, an old poet.
Sixty-four orbits of the sun;
over 37 trillion miles so far.
It should feel longer than it does.
Thirty-seven trillion miles of
Reality, Maya, Monkey Mind,
the inevitable, unceasing chatter
we call existence; all the pieces
of this enormous jigsaw puzzle
I have given up try to solve.
You cannot solve life
as if it were just a calculus problem.
Too many variables.
Instead, I try to compose
a kind of music I cannot understand,
only enjoy and share with strangers;
an often futile attempt to harmonize
the discords of living while
getting a little peek of insight.
Poetry: an attempt to part
the reeds and see what there is
swimming behind the behind,
before the orbits finally end.
~mce