Meaning?

Meaning?

On a distant tropical island,

Beneath a palm tree,

Caressing a cool drink,

Sipping contentment.

Within the words inside a book;

The wisdom of a master,

The voice of much experience.

In the depth of love’s pupils;

In the throes of flesh.

Embedded in the skills of arts,

The thrill of speed,

The precision of a single stroke.

The caress of a lover,

The hugs of family,

The joy of togetherness.

Encapsulated in the beauty of a sunset

Of a sensuous arc of a hand.

Radiating from the flames of an open fire,

Singing from the branches of an empty tree.

Howling in desolation,

Alone in a throng.

Shining from the depths of space.

Surging through injected blood.

Illustrated in the stories from the past.

Wandering through deserts.

Meandering through fertile valleys.

Evolving through a trillion organisms.

Intoxicated in narcotic dreams.

Thrilling in the adrenaline of fear,

Challenging death.

Dispensing death.

Reaching through a mystical connection,

Through space and time,

Through ugliness and wonder,

Through wealth,

Through fame,

Through power,

Through control.

We search for meaning.

Opher – 30.11.2024

I was in a whimsical mood as I contemplated the many ways that we humans seek meaning and contentment in our live. A multitude of ways.

From assassins to mystics, thrill-seekers to hammocks, solitude and mass gatherings, we try to fill our lives with purpose.

For some religion provides purpose, for others it is power.

For some life is a mystical experience, others a mundane existence.

Some delight in family and others escape.

Sport, art, dance and music all lend purpose to the minutes.

We seek a legacy.

Yet who can say which, if any, is more valid? We live. We die.