Baryogenesis

"Why am I?", asks the part of me that is

Of the part of me that isn't

Vanity

I find I still desire

That others hear

My story

It is a great bondage

2012

Post-industrial civilization (1932-2012). It was fun (for some) while it lasted. An immense interregnum of anxiety and sorrow will now follow. Let us all seek to comport ourselves with compassion in these dark days.

Purpose

Doing things for those we love
Driven by memory of those we respect
In the company of those we enjoy

On the persistence of Being

The reason
this differentiated existence
Endures
and
Recurs
Is that all regret
Is fungible

Doing by not doing

Little children come play in this field
Sometimes few, sometimes many
The field always remains

Dark night of the spirit

There is dissatisfaction with fullness
From having seen and having been

There is dissatisfaction with emptiness
From not seeing and not being enough

There is no refuge, save the emptiness
There is no escape, even in emptiness

There is no solace, save in the seeing
There is no purpose, only being