the Answers Are Unknown...Yet Still I Write.
The answers are unknown yet still I write.
What are we?
Are we really just a
collection of tissues,
and systems that move energy
around our bodies for approximately
25,00 days and nights, only to stop forever?
Is it energy we serve or does energy serve us?
life surely must hold more then this.
Our lives are a breathing history
of billions of impressions
of taste, touch, sight,
smell, sound and
We are able to
distinguish between ten
trillion subtelities of light, one trillion sounds
and countless other sensations. But what about our souls?
invisible..yet incredibly sensitive
unknown entities, that we treasure more then life itself.
Men have sold their souls to find greater achievments...and
only became lesser beings for it. Our souls give us the rich
visions of divine powers, the ability to communicate on a
higher level then mere thought, and a glimpse of
understanding towards the vanities of life.
Our souls which are
the direct cause for our claims
of a broken heart.. when all the while
our heart is beating healthy and strong.
But then what of love? That ever so elusive...
misunderstood, uncomparably beautiful and yet
sadly tragic feeling we are all compelled to share.
Love which was
meant to be channeled from
our souls but has all too often been fed
from less important areas. Is this why we are living
in a love-starved world? Are we neglecting to search
our souls before falling in love? Or do we just neglect
to feed love from our souls?
I know that my brain is
like a computer...with vast memory banks
and it would be impossible to duplicate on any man-made scale.
I also know that my heart is a generator and pump for the fuel
that keeps my body and brain going. and without energy
neither one can function. But what of my soul?
Does it belong to me
to dispose of in any way I see fit?
Is it just a gift that must someday be
returned for it's failure to reach me fully?
Or is it a small guardian implanted by God at birth
to help me overcome the futile workings of my all to human mind?
Did he bless us
with an escape mechanism
from the chains of our self-destructive lives,
and mortal cage...by giving us a soul?
I like to think
of the soul as a key
to what lies beyond.
But what of love?
I must admit i still know little.
For each experience has been
a relearning process.
No two loves have been alike. though at times
I still find myself comparing them..who am I too judge?
I only know that it is the one elusive joy that I cannot deny myself.
It is the one mystery that I must strive to always understand.
Then I must share
my understanding with others,
especially those who have either been
misunderstood or misled.
It can never be understood by just one alone...
not even by love of one's self... fortunately.
For without another soul who is also
seeking love's mysteries it can
only be a dark path
And loneliness is
the easiest feeling to understand.
We spend 50% of our lives alone. It needs no explanation.
Perhaps I am
just a membrane stretched
between two universes...the outer and the inner...
but still I live...and still I dream.
And if all of the lived and dreamed parts
were shed from me...what would be remain.....
of a fading song
an amber light
a whisper of love
an unfinished poem
a cry of loneliness
and the softness
of your kiss
I love you!
© -MFB III
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