Life, Arts and Sciences

and death gives birth to life
as autumn leaves fall
burnished gold and crimson
temptations still call
out to those who have given their word
broken or whole
coherent or slurred
it’s all written down in the script of your life
we still don’t remember
but we still might
and all of your actions will catch up with you
and all those you meet remind you of who
you used to be before this moment arrived
or who you might become if you survive
or they show you a height you can never reach
they teach you something you can never teach
they show you the meaning of possibility
in the face of an imp
put it together and all it is
is a word
expressing an infinite challenge
look at phillip petit
he didn’t lose his balance
how many times do we need to ask
what it feels like to fail
before we can pass
the answer is zero
cause that’s all we are
insignificant sparks
on a gigantic star
little tiny ants
on the face of the planet
alien life forms
taken for granted
by who?
by ourselves, there’s nobody else
we cut ourselves in half
to see how we felt
half we called man
and half we called woman
and we found that it hurts
to be separated
from part of ourselves
and now we are fated
to dance in the infinite flow of awareness
to find a way back
to the oneness of you
keep trying, don’t give up
although it may seem
like at times there is no way
to see through the fog
there is somebody somewhere
who understands
there is somebody somewhere
who can give you a hand
so when you are ready
you know they will be there
you won’t have to try
you’ll already be there
and all of this pain
this stress
and this misery
is just somebody trying to tell you
something you’re not getting
and it may be that you’ll never understand
it doesn’t really matter
isn’t life grand?
even a coward
who dies every day
in a thousand small ways
still has something to say
even an idiot
who was given a gift
of infinite potential
and threw it away
for a moment of power
can dream of redemption
even the homeless
who sleep in the void
and nobody knows them
can offer us shelter
so if you’re ever standing
on the prow of a ship
in the middle of the night
and you stare into the shadow
cast on the ocean
by the light of the moon
as it glances off the boat
and you realize how dark it is
how utterly empty
and you lose yourself
in its terrible infinity
pray that you have a friend
who will come up behind you
and shout in your ear
just to get a reaction
and when you scream in shock
and they laugh
you’ll forget about the shadow
and go to sleep