For me, every moment of contentment
is often followed by the realization
of having a lack of either ambition
or the means or ability to achieve it.
And though I can live with the lack of both.
I often wonder
why do we feel the need to be validated
by some measure,
by some reason,
to belong in one of the circles
that the world is divided into.
When we end up questioning our self,
“Who would be actually there for me
if not for the pieces of me
that I am feeding them everyday?”

The meaning of life weighs down on me,
Present moment - still - just be,
Sunshine kisses on my cheek,
Travelled miles just to peak,
One glance at me,
Just quick to see,
And then you fade away,
Like all else here to stay,
But in a moment disappears,
Then in the next it reappears,
Meaning blending all as one,
Gleaning knowledge from the sun,
Teachings there if just to reach,
Reaching for the just to teach,
Rays of light sparkle meaning,
But further - deeper - always fiending,
More and more of this and that and those,
Wondering of whom the path has chose,
Wandering through the forest of smoke,
To climb the tree of knowledge and oak,
Meaning is what the tree conceives,
How roots feed trunks feed branches feed leaves,
Energetic forces of the stuff between,
The grey area of all that’s left unseen,
Fading into the atmosphere,
Fate coming ever near,
Joining as one like smoke in air,
Feeling the truth of the moment fair,
Hearing the tunes of the moment sung,
Climbing the closest ladder rung,
Finding meaning in the riffs,
Of ever present moment gifts…