You realize that there was no start,
That there is no point that you can point to,
When there was no art,
When there was no awareness of this world,
Because awareness presupposes that,
There was no Time before we ever knew,
Anything remotely like fact,
Anything remotely like anything,
Like thinking beginnings mean death,
Though it does, the main point of it all,
Is that it means life, no less,
And that it's alright,
To live as if living is no big thing,
Beside the fact that with each new moment,
There is a new beginning.
No comments:
Post a Comment