3 poems exploring being alive
THE ILLUSION
if reality is an illusion and is not what it seems
it therefore serves me just as well
to dwell within my daydreams
ascending into open sky
gazing curiously at my hands
perplexed by the thought
of where I go when my time ends
observing the world from above
with my head amongst clouds
thoughts witnessed prevent loneliness
and so I share these thoughts aloud
have we become thinking creatures
who just forget to feel?
using aimless words and descriptions
to decipher what is real
knowing and naming only go so far
something intangible is missing
indescribable impossibilities beyond
our capacity of wishing
for words hold no meaning
in the realms beyond our reach
and aren't words merely a reflection
of what we think we know and believe?
to feel through the senses
life seamlessly flowing with ease
we can effortlessly understand
there is no permanence or continuity
to exist is strangely transient expanding,
fleeting and ever-changing
why encapsulate your human experience
confined by the mind's labelling?
there is no past or future here,
all that endures is the moment itself
formless and fearless,
do not waste your years left
you are free to release all else
LIFE IS NOT LINEAR
And then I remembered the moments of grace I had failed to embrace because on their surface seemed mundane... but ordinary moments comprise the most of our lives and are not of any less value.
There is no such thing as the right time, no need to relentlessly chase the highs, your life is happening always. If you reach the peak you must return, it is no better and it is no worse. They are just different by nature. The view from up high spreads far and wide, but from the ground, you can see the details. Each crevasse in a leaf, each crack through which water seeps, contain their own kind of magic.
As children, we are none the wiser, and all of life shines a little brighter. We share love without fear as though in a fairytale. Somewhere along the line, if we conform to another's way of life, our sense of purpose begins to dissipate. But purpose is all you truly need, it is the ultimate way to succeed, and it is within you at all times.
When we are reaching our end, we would give it all for one more ordinary moment. This realisation comes far too late. Life is not a set sentence, it can end as quickly as it commenced. We must not take any second as a given right.
And so, with death in mind, we reassess our priorities in life and begin to forge our own path. Remembering that no matter where you are, it is never too late to restart... for life is not linear.
DIVINELY GUIDED
it is only human to wonder what would have happened
if we made different decisions
but when we step back to see the big picture
we find every choice guided by cosmic precision
perfectly measured out every yes and no
every opportunity seized and missed
each time your stars aligned
and each time your wishes were granted or dismissed
this moment may or may not be all you imagined it to,
but this equation brought you here
you are always where you are meant to be
and you always have been
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