SamadhiMuse

If you walk to the end of the road and look, with a steely gaze
only the endless is’ness looks back.

All our dreams are simply self reflections.
Just mirrors held in the hands of the hopeful transient.

Herein lies the last stand of the mediators and the acceptors.
The end of all stories.

Can you say how it is … to capture nothing in a bottle?
To disperse the dreams of other unwilling mortals?

And can you embrace the end
of that very thing
which would capture the view?

Such a long road to travel
just to come to the end of illusions
and no treasure there to discover,
but simply what it is.

gallagher
14Dec23 #2
Christchurch

I wonder if we can see our actual situation clearly
without depressing ourselves beyond all measure?

From such a stark place,
the old beliefs and illusions
begin to have their appeal again.

Lost, in this cosmic dance of entropy
and counter stroke, are we.
Aware, but impotent and
present, but transient.

These thoughts of mine are evaporating
even as I record them.
And these concerns …
simply pointless beyond all measure.

gallagher
20Dec2023
Christchurch