All we really know is
This one moment in eternity
This raw uncensored experience
That lasts for a breath in
And a breath out
And then
We disappear back
Into emptiness
All we know is
One moment in eternity
Yet we cannot see this preciousness
And we struggle and fight
And sink into our stories
There is no way
I can wrap up the whole of life
Or even try and understand it
Sometimes I just stand in awe
At the whole thing
And at other times
I am filled with an existential misery
The truth is I swing between these poles
Like a crazy trapeze artist.
I may die laughing and crying.
Poetry of Beauty 