The Point

Tuesday 29^th November

9:39am

The Point

I distract myself

From the hopelessness

And the darkness

With rigid rules

And obsessions;

Take those away

And I find myself

Plunging into that abyss

Of emptiness and panic

Which I would give almost anything

To avoid.

Is there an answer?

One that if I search long enough

And hard enough

Will give me

The wisdom and understanding

I am searching for

To be able to find purpose,

A reason to live -

True peace?

I know for sure

That answer

- If there is one -

Does not lie outside of me

But within;

I’ve searched for it

In my circumstances

But it is not to be found

Nor any external form;

For all worldly things are passing

Decisions - even 'less than perfect ones'

Are not the true measure

Of worth,

And value.

Is there an answer?

Or are we all just here

On this earth

Scurrying this way and that

Like little ants

Most of us consumed by pride

Productivity,

So called necessity;

Boxed in by society

Existing from day to day

Until life leaves us

And we breathe our last breath?

Perhaps there is no answer,

No point?

Or perhaps

There are many?

Part II

So if all in this worldly realm

Is passing,

Changing, temporal,

Ultimately fleeting -

What can we cling to?

Are we meant to have an anchor?

Surely this inherent

Inexplicable hunger

For a foundation

Is not purely coincidence

Or imagination?

There must be something more

Something the unseen and impermanent,

Beyond form

And our human vision.

What is it

That joins us?

Connects each being,

Flows amongst us

Bringing warmth and peace?

What is this component

That is tucked so securely

Inside each human being

This element that is able to

Illuminate any darkness

To bring truth, hope, comfort, peace;

That death cannot destroy?

I think the answer

To all of these questions

Is the same

And maybe

Just maybe,

That

Is the point.