Perception...not pessimism...

We humans try to find reason behind everything. What distinguishes us from apes and other mammal are our exceptionally active brains, transcending the primeval. But we look for reasons, we search for answers everywhere and anywhere. nevermind the authenticity of where we get our answers from, the establishment tested on time is enough to grant such authenticity. Resonances of religion echo anwers, religion is also a search for answers. Thats why its so at odds with science one proffers it on logic the other on faith.

We live for a reason. Our life has a poupose it cant be a meaningless journey, but is that pourpose defined by a higher authority or is it a quest for self realisation? what do we want to realise ourself for? Whole lifetimes, many trillions of them have gone by in a mindless rut. The few names we remember, it that the kind of self realisation we want? Pessimism is not the object. Reality has its way of defining things for us in such a way that it leaves no room for that time of introspection. Even if we have the liesure of that time, what does a moments realisation stand for? The very next day, or week it is blurred by the events of reality.

Is it experiance of the moments in time that you pass through that leave a lasting impression? raising ambiguities is the pourpose of a poet. Then is everyones life a poem? It is! its sings right from the wailing of the baby, to the trials of the child, through the experiances as an age after another age pass us by leaving in its wake the vast sands of dusty coffins and scattered ashes, till at the end we join in the endless desert. They say the soul is boundless. Religions profess this and science can't deal with it yet. But what is the soul without awareness, without memory? a floating bump of beating gold? a heart shaped listless passivity that just survives in the moment. whether to be tortured in eternal anguish or spend vastness of eternity in empty bliss? there are no answers to what the human mind can not divine. Yet we go on searching for answers. Generations and generations of scholars, thinkers, philosiphers, poets,artisits, scientist, humans have spent the granted average 80 years in pursit of an truth that is not just ellusive but the existance of which is in doubt. What then are these poems worth? living for the now. The beauty of bringing that joy to the hearts of those that read. Evoking emotions, tears, passions, happiness
be it for a fleeting summer or a life of 70. Even though the witness of life may not remain eventually the fact that your life touched a heart, left a mark makes it all worthwhile. The craggy hills of endless eternity can not be trespassed by the concious mind, yet the concious heart can in its earthly presence make a stand so strong that the heartless will cry, the loveless will feel, the passion, the poison, the bitter sweet rememberance of so strong a heartbeat. That in its heartbeat banished the bounds of time and space. that thwarted the finality of death. The heartbeat that burst forth in a pounding of the air and the ripple of the meadowed tall grass. That scarred the moon and smote the sun with a brilliance so strong that it can only be called....Love. obesiance to That shrine wherein beats that heart that can make you love is all that matters, the questions are over. the purpose of my life is to be your purpose. I love you.