Ephemeral
Ephemeral feelings
The fleeting palpitations
Of my heart
Are often misleading
But are wonderful
Wonderful as a papillon,
Its a dazzling beauty
A blinding beauty
I can only speak of my own mind
Which is bright
And splendid as a butterfly
But also blinds
Me from the immediacy
And absolutely fascinating
Intricacy
Of this present moment
Not only
Visually
Are there
Treasures
For the eyes
To see
But
Within
.
It’s something of a mystery to me
How i can be at once
So complex
Or rather
My thoughts are,
Like a web,
An entanglement of thin threads,
Which sustain only,
Temporarily,
A previous idea of ourselves,
As the spider rests in the web,
Before it must produce another,
And simply move on,
The mind provides
A comfortable pattern
For which
We can rest,
And relate to the world,
However,
I’ve come to notice,
A fresh perspective,
A cleaning of sorts,
A looking into
The workings,
Of the mind,
Makes clear,
The transparency,
And fragility,
Of these thoughts,
The piercing of the veil,
May be a painful breakthrough,
But quintessential,
For,
A breaking point,
Almost as though the mind disintegrates
To reveal,
The ‘luminous emptiness’
The magnificent display,
Of intelligence,
Which this life,
Inherently,
Is.
