This world is a mystery, an amazing dream,



Where all is illusion, not what it seems.



A wondrous adventure, a giant fairytale,



And we are the phenomenon on a huge scale.



Taking it for granted that we exist at all,



Only realising the miracle, when death comes to call.



Flying out of here to the world of thought



A life you have lived, a life you have fought.



The only truth about us, is nothing is known,



As Socrates was often heard to bemoan.



A puzzle to everyone with an inquiring mind,



The fun is in the journey of trying to find.



We are floating in space, how crazy is that,



A magic trick worthy of a rabbit from a hat.



And we are the rabbit, unaware we are the trick,



We comprehend so little, the magician so slick.



Biliions of years taken, to create who you are,



In a blink of an eye, you're with deaths registrar.



At some point from nothing, came a something?



Where did we come from, where are we going?



I think it extraordinary that we even exist.



Our path, no turning back,  a secret wishlist.



No-one asked you, would you like to be born,



Would your answer be, yes or no, or I’m torn?











A credit to one of my favourite authors Jostein Gaarder

The sun was bleeding red rivers into the sky,
Whilst the sea calm, rose glass, brushed the sand.
And on my back the rock sat, heavy and cold.
My cursed friend, whose weight encumbers me.
Distant memories wash in with the tide
Curling tendrils of days long gone through the rivulets
Of my mind, in the days before I knew the rock.
But they ebb into the distance as the shoreline recedes,
Then slowly creep back in once more with shallow stealth.
I try to grasp hold, to retain the memory pre-rock,
But it is like trying to grasp grains of sand between your fingers,
It flows back into the golden blanket without identity.
And as I sit on the infinite beach of my dreams,
I stroke tenderly my rock, massaging the granite that clings,
Knowing its suffering is mine to bear alone,
And as the sun dips its head into the sea and the stars
Flicker a million greetings to me,
I head for home with my rock and my life lived.

Find solace in solitude,
There is no shame in that.
We are unknown to ourselves
An ocean to which we delve.
Scarcely coming up for air,
Entangled in fathoms
Whirlpools of despair.
Waves of introspection
Spare us shallow reefs,
Yet cast us into darkness
And the horrors of the deep.

Life the passing seasons,



Timed to the beat of our hearts.



In temporal winds we are blown,



Like feathers on a flow chart.



An echo in majestic mountains,



Disappearing on the breeze.



An individual illusory journey,



Vulnerable to nature’s mercies.



Splashing in fountains of humanity



The transient born from eternal,



We shine for so few moments,



In the heavenly, and the infernal.



A brief wandering through time



Made fresh just by our existence



As deceitful beauty fades to age



So does our warped resistance.



Our unbearable lightness of being



Returning to the elusive spark.



Closing, completing the circle,



The dove returning to the Ark.



To our before-state we are flying,



Our worthless veil slipping away,



Each day one step from dying,



Bittersweet memories of our stay.



Retreating from these perfumed shores



From the impermanence of things.



An arrow heading to our next rebirth.



From this Earth which sighs and sings.