A Privilege
Imagine that there is something beyond imagination
an oxymoron of course but a real task nevertheless
There may be no God not even spirituality suffices
but the whole is much greater than the sum of all parts
The Universe grants freedom from self-righteousness
offers me to let go off megalomanic delusions of grandeur
makes my light shine in illumination and its shadows
paints a picture with no centre other than kindness and love
Unorthodox and conforming to nothing but compassion
the tiny wee little Me takes its right place in the crowd
at liberty to breathe feel think and reason for meaning
to resonate reflect condense for a moment in infinite time
Like a novel it reaches out from beginning to the end
states a point here and there and connects small dots
that swell into an epic and ephemeral narration to tell
soon forgotten but a blob on the pages as good as it can
Another book will take its place on the library shelf
liberated from its companions to start a new venture
to reconstruct and make its mark on literal essence
Fly free my soul and expound my purpose for free
20th February 2021
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