It Takes All to be All

There are so many things to consider when being a human in this life. The speed of thought and travel velocity is become the topic of concern. Where is this madness taking us? Where are we going at such a rate. Some will always say its toward our own demise. Others will argue its evolving into a better life for All. It seems that acceptance comes more easily to some, and the death spiral is still the path of others–all wanting simply to be loved, appreciated, useful and secure, no matter what the outward elements betray.

There is no answer because there’s no question. There is only life as its always been since the inverted vortex unbeginning.

There stands a monument, in the mountains. It is but a flick on the continuum, but it’s meaning is everlasting. The pervasive entirety is good. It persuades a cynic like me to surrender. It fills the void or vacuum with intangible wellness and safety. There’s a medium of chaotic bliss. We are blessed with never, ever, having to know or understand. We shall always retain at least one mysterious non explicable notion in the theater of All.

Black Ice

This is it
Have to break the ice
It’s thin anyway
The water is very cold
It contains the necessary nutrients
For survival
Stamp my feet
Spread apart a bit
It groans and cracks
I’m ready to sink
Into the inky unknown
The polar mystery
Of what might happen
Treading lightly is done
Skating is nice but for children
My family is beyond
My universe beckons
My trials await hearing
Into the split I dive

Artificial Goat

“Mannish Water
Ram Goat Flavor Soup Mix
with artificial goat flavor”

Advertising this?
Really?
Is it good?
It raises so many intriguing questions.

First and foremost…
No, there are too many.

I must have it…
To know.
To take the artificial goat
Into my soul.
Envelope it
As it warms me through.
Then hopefully I’ll know.
Where the artificial goats do roam.

The Grand Insignificance

What starts so seemingly big, ends in supreme insignificance. A nervous feeling, a throbbing sinus structure, a number of swishing thoughts through the mental membranes–all conspire to fabricate a reality of facts.

Then I look up at the early April Sun, warming my face from more millions of miles away than I can understand. This perspective is not a thought, but shift of reality, and it comes slamming into earth like a meteor, a contextually small particle that can easily disrupt the temporary function of another larger particle.

The science may astound, but it is the vast mystery that fills me. The insignificance of it all is what makes me feel grand.