If I were a Tree
with deep roots,
strong bark standing majestically tall in the Sky:
I would not be grateful.
I would complain that I cannot walk the earth or glide the Sky.
I am a human being.
When all is said and done
in the silence of Night a Voice Speaks:
All Meaning is Created,
In the company of millions
We will walk alone to Nothingness.
And if you be lucky
an Illusion of meaning and hope will accompany you to your end.
There is no Santa, Dear Child-
God, even a bigger Lie:
But this truth is not for You.
Never expect a gift beyond what you can create:
Find your gifts under the Christmas Tree.
Note: The poem should not be taken literally. I do “believe” in “God”. These are expressions of experience. I hope and pray that you find your gifts beyond what you yourself can create!
I walked to the store,
In longing to buy what I had lost.
Though I found it was not there,
So I ran back in agony.
Then I realized that what I had lost would never come back,
Though that was not up to my deciding.
I walked to the store everyday,
Looking blissfully at the shelf where what I had lost would have been.
One day I got lost too,
And saw my loved ones checking everyday if I was on that shelf,
Though of course I was not.
One day my loved ones got lost as well,
And their loved ones came to see if they were on the shelf.
The I truly did realize that once we were lost once,
We were lost forever.
And that was the circle of life.