The Point Of Existence
What is the point of existence?
Is it to move mountains,
Make big statements of revolution?
Surely all the mundane elements of life
Come into play in even the greatest intentions.
Do we spiral upwards lifetime after lifetime
On our quest to find the perfect balance?
The painful lulls are a part of the whole experience for everyone
Regardless of birth or circumstances.
I cope with this sense of futility
By moving on to the next thing.
The next thing may glimmer
Like phosphorescent fish in tropical waters at night,
Drawing my attention to the small but very alive
Pieces of me that need my attention.
I believe there is a focal point for all existence
A beating heart at the center of all interconnectedness
Pumping spirit everywhere
Even in the largest of black holes.
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