Each generation faces its own
struggle and strife.
We demand answers to our questions.
We search for firm footing.
The answers are not so clearcut
bold and obvious – though sometimes they are.
Simple solutions seem almost laughable.
The riddle rattles around in our head.
It tumbles and rolls quiet
like a desert weed across a vast landscape
or loud
like coins in a canister
we shake up and down
or a magic ball that should solve all!
Conclusive, personal it is not.
And what of the scholar who writes and reads
scouring pages upon pages
fixed wood in their hands.
The letters fall off the page.
Can I pluck them off one by one
and make sense of the chatter?
The noise that rattles.
It morphs from chatter to laughter,
sob and sigh.
A tooth-saw grin etched into wood.
A permanent mark of what I once understood.
Tag: question
Why are we here?
Why are we here at this moment in time on this small blue green planet?
They say we too are made up of the stars down to the smallest molecule. It can feel so small when the universe is so vast. How can I affect change as such?
What I know is my life has meaning. The answer is always connection. The root is love. So how did I live the answer? I must have lived the question first.
What I didn’t know is I was being led by invisible forces, situations, people and opportunities which became my challenges, my lessons, my guides.
How to live a life well lived and loved is the question. It took me 40+ years to come to the realization and to accept even if the universe is so vast and my actions seem so small and individual, there is a ripple.
If I too am made up of the stars, I have a light inside. A unique heart like an emerald when the light hits it a certain way. I do not know who put it there or where does the light originate from. I can accept that it’s a part of me and we each have our own illuminated hearts beating in our chest. Not so narrow and individually separate. Our hearts can be in rhythm like the collective breath that illuminates the soul.
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