Being is Becoming Still
Existence is a limitless screen of emptiness
Vibrant with jubilant celebrations.
And gratitude for the joy in rolling a boulder blissfully up this steep hill.
Tripping over our own thoughts like loosened cobblestones,
We no longer see the reality directly in front of us.
The truth is a truce we struck with certainty ages ago.
After losing the desperate struggle…
To cling to some kind of hope buried deep beneath the root of ourselves.
I am fearful of fully failing myself and yet
I love myself best when I am alone with eternity.
igorgoldkind
Hmm…Sisyphus. Yes indeed. Have you capitulated like Camus?.
January 8, 2021 at 02:51
Existence is a limitless screen of emptiness
Interrupted by jubilant vibrations and gratitude for the sheer joy In rolling a boulder blissfully up this steep hill.
Tripping over our own thoughts like loosened cobblestones,
We no longer see the reality directly in front of us
While distracted by our own ghostly dance.
January 8, 2021 at 05:11
If you mean life is mostly shit then I would entirely agree. With reference to Schopenhauer some question whether it is worthwhile at all.
January 8, 2021 at 05:41