The Interlude of Life
— Being Nothingness —
Intertwined
With
— The Awe-Full Truth of Paradise Regained —
The zephyr faints, dying in the half-light,
Its caress suspended, as day kisses night,
When, for some instants, stretching into moments,
We are neither here nor there, but in twilight.
We live at this boundary of day and night,
Our selves merging in the blend of twilight:
You and me, me and you; yours, mine, and ours—
The day-gold melts into the jeweled night.
Our parentheses in eternity
Flashes as a twinkling, but’s extended
By time into a phantasmic life dream
That’s existent the same as if it were.
As living pearls we’re strung out right and left,
Lovely and beautiful on the Earth’s breast.
Her bosom heaves, as one by one we’re cleft:
A thousand truths die, until none are left.
A life dream’s like a rainbow, not really there,
A false phenomenon become tangible
Through its being, the true true of the faux true,
Molding a genuine significance.
Say “Farewell!” Heaven’s promise is bereft;
Yet, live with gratitude—be not distressed;
Still, dismiss immortality’s dream;
Accept, with appetite, whatever’s left.
Life’s indeterminate or not, the same
Being brought by the virtual as the true,
The mechanics being as incidental
As why “color” chose its wave frequencies.
I’ve said “Good-bye” to the dream of forever,
‘Though I’m too philosophical to be bitter.
Poignantly resigned, I accept, with hunger
And joy, all that’s left—whatever—with pleasure.
Life’s here, like a virtual particle
Born this side of an event horizon
Of a Black Hole, realized by its presence
In the realm of what’s been radiated.
All’s right with a world without the angels—
Human, we try, we push, we climb, we lust,
We dance, we dream, we feel, and love with zest—
Yes, all this, thanks to the beast within us!
There is no difference of what makes none;
Realism is now playing, the living film:
A reality show in the theater
Of the mind’s eye, with the ‘I’ observing.
So, I drink-in the pleasures of creation,
For what else could be the point of cognition,
If not to absorb all that comes streaming in?
Life’s sensation is the main attraction!
At first it was like a moving picture show,
Attended by mysteries, row upon row,
That were faceless, laughing, in the dark below;
So I laughed, too, and better enjoyed it so.
Nature enters along paths sensory,
As it seeps into rationality,
Then saturates the being with delight—
The greatest taste is of reality.
Life, although anguishing, must be lived fully,
Since, if we’re alive enough to feel its beauty,
Then we’re exposed to the opposite twin—
Yes, Beauty’s other side is Melancholy.
Yet, like a stained-glass window, the faces
Survive the loss of the puzzle pieces,
And still shine, reflecting all that remains,
As time bears us away a few paces.
Opposites are just a different view
Of one fundamental phenomenon—
Light, beauty, and goodness are the inverse
Sides of darkness, ugliness, and evil.
Strive for a dynamic balance—of light
And dark, Yin and Yang, and wrong and right.
Reality is found not in separate actions,
But in related events blended in twilight.
Success blossoms out of a thoughtful dream,
Grown from seeds of what life to you should seem—
Then bears forth fruit healthy and delicious,
In the garden watered by a wishing stream.
In the night lies the healthy breath of morn;
The giant oak sleeps within the acorn;
The flower waits for spring inside the seed;
And so in a vision is one’s life born.
Think positive and thus conquer the strife:
Think of love, health, beauty, adventure, wife.
Beliefs manifest themselves in reality:
If beliefs are halfhearted, then so is life.
The revelation hit me like an hourglass,
One made of the heaviest welded brass—
I rose with a start, my life now begun,
Before more time through me unaware could pass.
In the darkness I alit from the Wiz,
And tried to make sense of this world of His.
Now I’ve found the answer to life’s dark quiz:
One must live this life by what light there is.
I’ve constructed the world that dreams require,
One moulded closer to the heart’s desire.
In this world-body of a soul inspired,
I’ll live life entire before I expire.
Night’s cup is empty, bottomless, and cold,
Until the daylight fills it up with gold.
A life that flows freely brings us beauty,
Else suffering’s truth to us is told
When once I was, my presence full beheld
Spirit, body, heart, and mind all in meld.
More than just the parts, I became the whole,
A human being living life unparalleled.
My blood runs warm with the sun’s heat at noon.
My spirit is swept by the swelling moon.
Air surrounds me. The ocean flows through me.
Earth’s rhythm is always playing my tune.
I pursue the shadows of forms that live
In dreams—perfected ideals that outlive
All the minutes and hours that time devours.
I seek what hope creates, what wishes give.
T’was a time before birth when we were not;
T’will be a time again when we are not.
From Death our life was a borrowed debit—
We spend it, love it, and live it to our credit.
Visions pour forth in positive images,
Thoughts creating life of former mirages,
Ideas developing from the negatives—
Life’s emergent dream ever encourages.
Never struggle against the way things are,
But rather, become the way that things are.
When you give yourself to the moving whole,
Natural currents will carry you quite far.
No ego/self—just interrelation—
Life’s oneness is a complete sensation.
It’s beyond intellectual concepts, thus,
It defies any further description.