The existence of Existence
Destined are we everyone
someday to be awed and enamored
solely in our lives at last
by the existence of Existence,
crushing and outshining all other
colorful, binding seductions
of this natural spectacle – the frailty
and fraud of being the human creature.
Returned to that long-veiled,
invulnerable point of view,
continuously and only,
shall we marvel then in everything
we do and sense – each moment
face to face, toe to toe with the Creator –
at the existence of Existence,
our lives at once profound and ordinary,
meaningless and sublime;
empty, artless and full to the brim.
O child of God, snap your pen in two;
let the ink flow like blood.