surely there is only one profound insanity of man
his folly of follies…

blessed as he is with the miracle of life
and shrouded by eternity itself
he appeared as if by magic, summoned by some unseen host
his life a fleeting moment, a flash of an eye,
and destined to return to the void from which he arrived
his life an inescapable journey from void to void
yet his existence an exquisite diamond in a dark mine
as if a star itself in the night sky

surely this would be enough for a joyous celebration!

but no…his folly is thus

upon arrival, he develops amnesia
and simply forgets his eternal home
a veil is drawn upon his eyes
and he is bedeviled
tormented by his own mind
he sees an enemy through his eyes
and he hears whispers in the night
he seeks power and plenty
and imagines he is immortal
he is like a madman
lost in his insanity
deranged and deluded

i too was blind
and then, through a grace that was bestowed upon me,
i began to remember
at first it was just a glimpse
but now an abiding state
a remembrance of where i came from
and where i return to
and the miracle that is happening
every moment of every day
even in the darkest moments

there are times when i think
this must be some kind of game
of forgetting and remembering
and the very meaning of this life is
wrapped around these two poles

to awaken from the dream
is the only true purpose