POEM - The Unbeknown

THE UNBEKNOWN

Who knows

are there jungle birds not yet documented?

are there mountains no boots have stepped upon?

are there caves and oceans left unexplored?

are there bulls that never rage?

are there shackled limbs yet to be liberated?

are there wars that achieve their stated aim?

are there hearts that will never break?

are there things still unseen by human eyes

thought by human minds

or felt by human hearts?

like

higher states of consciousness

or are such things

just taunts

the cultivation of a hope

to jolly ourselves along with

are we simply lost

foundering

in the exploration

of our own mystery

whilst our persistent irritable bowels

punctuate with farts

a string of poorly drawn metaphors

that fist fight with death

we remain

unbeknown

to the point

that our pain weeps for itself

we capture our emptiness

hold it high

and vaingloriously cheer

at a dark green beer bottle

it's such a languid hold

we have on life

as if we already know

we're done for

what our real legacy

will be

that

most of us

heroically

or

stoically

will live

below our potential.

Written 12/2/2011 by

VIDYAVAJRA