What if there is no meaning to this?

I fell, a thousand thousand years of falling
And arrived, screaming
Into this
From an eternity of nothing, no-thing at all
To this something
This briefest moment
This breath in and breath out

I have railed and cried
Trying to squeeze the universe into this body
‘It just doesn’t fit,’ I sobbed.

It looks like I am someone
But really I am stardust
Galactic debris from distant planets
All squeezed together
Into this little old me

There are times
When I get real quiet
Or in moments of great torment
And I cast my gaze to my true home
Out there in eternity
In the emptiness
The silence
The formless

And upon remembering my true home
I am reminded that
These three score years and ten
This life held captive by time
Means nothing
And that’s ok

It doesn’t need to mean anything
The search for meaning
The big WHY
Is probably one of man’s greatest torments
Yet also one of his most powerful
Driving forces

Oh! man and woman
You have got it so wrong
To forget your eternal nature
And become lost in your imagination
Your life is a dream
And not what it seems
A simple error
Has given rise to a monster

And now it’s time
For each of us to remember
Our essence
And bow to the eternal in each other
And in ourselves.

Born to Do Nothing

Terrified of meaninglessness
We create ourselves
As the pinnacle of life
We built a world
That uses doing
As being
Because we need meaning
But we were born
To do nothing
Just enjoy existence
And take care of our bodies
And our souls
To look after each other
And to bathe in the innocence
Of love’s sweet fragrance
All this that we have created
We have done in our own image
It is a monster
A machine
That eats everything
And everyone
And deludes us all
Into thinking there is meaning in it

I am so sorry to tell you
There isn’t

To rest as a speck in eternity
Surrounded by forever
Infinite distance and time on all sides
To know this, to feel it and to live it
And to maintain some composure
As the waves of awareness
Flood into and through you
To be innocent
And pure of heart
That is the only meaning
I can find.

dark clouds

there are days
when dark clouds
of despondency
hang overhead
all day they just hang there
taunting me
with their heaviness
threatening rain

all i can really do
is accept them

fighting causes such pain

why should i be cheerful?
what is this expectation
that life is a smile and a laugh?

life is a hard journey
and a cruel test.
when the vast ocean
finds itself
in a tiny jar
it doesn’t complain
but it hurts
to be captured in something so small

why did i come here with no wings?
just these legs
that stick me to the ground

at times
nothingness seems appealing
and then i get yanked back
into the beauty
of all this
and i forget
this despondency