This sentence has no meaning.
I might as well rip it
from my notebooks
And my mind.

How pompous of me
to believe meaning
could ever be constructed
from Nothing.

Nothing by all means.

We go through each day
Wondering our purpose
Some ponder, others pray
Few actually sate this lust

These few don't look
They don't search forever
For their meaning in a book
Or their reason in another

These are few souls
That take what they possess
Their passion and goals
And make it their purpose

Honey catches flies;
So gently coat all you sow
Smile, diamond eyes

Do you not know
That there are worlds
Within a disappointment,
A whole constellation
Of opportunity.
Hidden in the resolution
Of failure
Is a promise
Of restoration.
As we leave
One instant,
We enter
Another lifetime,
One with pages of story
Freshly printed.
Your journey
Wanders
As your experience
Expands;
The destination
Is the masterpiece
Strung together through days
Of collected mistakes
And a kaleidoscope of moments,
All to lead you
To the one eventual
Celebration
Of all
That you are

While waiting for a good day,
You waste the one before.

These thick waves of this river,
This fading sun, a little above it,
This unique universe,
These eyes which carry universes,

All these are works of art,
created for us,
so that we can see glimpses
of our home, in them,
in certain moments,
and reach it,
when worthy.


© Manan sheel.