Questioning our very nature;
is it you,
or is it me?
Am I just a figment
of your imagination?
Are you my
divine possibility?
Is there an answer
out there somewhere
that would comfort,
that might satisfy
all of my insecure wonderings,
or do we have to wait
to die?
Hope I have the courage
to try and find
the doorway through
while I’m alive
and not give in,
satiated,
satisfied,
and stop searching
for some sign.
I Look at you
and I see God
in your eyes.
I see everything that could be.
No answers come,
but no more questions,
in the presence of divinity.
Why exist if there’s no meaning?
I alone,
but you a quandary.
Falling into my absentia,
universe still enfolds me.
Consciousness beholds your being.
No other reason
that to be beheld.
I exist
and you,
I’m certain
also seek stories to tell.
More than the pleasure
of this body,
more than the boundaries of our minds.
Something in us is greater
than the time we have
in our lives.
I’m out here
in the darkness
with you
and all the others,
trying to see
the light.
HG – 2021
