Our blessing and our curse

Our blessing and our curse

The heart longs for many things;
our songs,
poetry,
novels and movies speak of their power.

Many things we seek,
most in the end lead to frustration
if lucky,
to other worse fates if not.

Fears also are many,
of aging,
death,
being alone
or poor,
or losing that which we have,
it can cause a driven life
of constant movement and action,
never ending cycles
leading from that which we really long for.

Denial also central to lives,
of death,
of aging,
seeking to keep bodies young,
faces tight,
wrinkle free,
fat free,
looking 25 all the days of our lives,
perhaps a fools errand
yet our magazines press it’s readers forward.

Swimming in air,
our ground of being non-manifest,
so we fall forever
seeking something to place our feet,
yet no comfort comes,
for anything less than truth is an illusion,
cotton candy,
feeding the hunger but never taking it away.

Obsessed often over trifles;
when given what we urgently long for
our emptiness increases,
for perhaps we are made for more real food,
found only in learning to swim in air,
with nothing to hold on to,
perhaps the finite is too small for us,
if so,
it is our blessing and curse.