Skilled androgens and oestrogens
stir urges cloaked as caring.
To these are due “life's” origins
Witlessly offspring bearing.
Arising from primal sopor
Springs an evanescent “me”!
Mind burgeons from shrouded torpor
Thoughts gush out incessantly.
Dawning thought new sentience fashions
― deemed an individual.
Yet no centre drives its passions
Mere matter vestigial.
Groping by trial and error
Mind a hollow realm will shape;
Sprout thoughts both blithe and full terror.
A knotty snarl; whence escape?
“If I just had that cowboy hat,
Happiness would be all mine.”
Scarcely lies the gift-wrap flat
Longing's grail forfeits its shine.
A voracious rapacity
Latches onto more and more
Eclipsing any scarcity.
Do we sense the psyche's core?
Specious “self” abides unsated.
Greed, anger and delusion
cascade amok unabated.
Mind snared in view profusion.
For all that, do you hear the hush
Soothing the mad, musing rill?
The whole brooding, torrential rush
The sound of silence will still.
© Adin Eichler 2006
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