Notes About The Poem
A little scribble for Tom Woody's What are we contest.. Based on the painting below by Paul Gauguin titled Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?
What are we?
The mind is a phenomena,
questioning a journey we are unable to predict,
but what are we but specks of dust,
floating in an endless universe.
What are we but seekers of the unknown,
forever pondering meaning and belonging.
With so many paths, so many directions,
what do we actually control?
Some follow guidance from men in robes,
ancient scriptures and spirits from statues,
some prefer philosopher's words -
others become students of science.
We know there was a beginning,
so we contemplate what will be at the end.
So much is spoken,
yet there is too much unexplained,
so we connect with 'opinion.'
In spheres of spirituality
our soul resides within us,
but we search for acceptance,
to be understood, for some to be remembered.
Some find it inside attractive structures,
others in natural landscapes.
We are all forests with a waterfall flowing through us.
We are more than flesh protecting our bones.
We are physical beings with an emotional existence.
Where we face adversity and tribulations.
Some become sensitive, some stronger.
There is no permanent sadness,
nor everlasting happiness -
we are like sandcastles waiting to be washed away.
We are vessels of compassion.
Harmony is the absence of ego,
we have the power to bring joy upon the earth we walk.
In a society full of makeshift machines,
it's important to remember we are humans.
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