Zen

Sometimes the nothing seems so great
It’s as if it has a weight
Something invisible but dense
Devouring light, escaping sense
An absence that takes up a space
A phantom limb that stings and aches
A hungry ghost whose fading cry
Eclipses sun and earth and sky

 

The world is filled with reflections and shadows
That the mind draws into likenesses
So you imagine something like
An unborn twin
Or better half
Someone to share coffee with, perhaps
Someone to accompany you
On the long train ride home

 

But the emptiness you feel is just an outgrown evolutionary mechanism
That underpins the motivation
to survive
and produce
viable offspring
Contentment
is the death of striving
So the human condition
Is one of perpetual want
Deal with it

 

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