POETRY
The Realm
There is this creature gazing at nothingness
Or maybe it is disturbed by emptiness
Just like a common being---
Instinctively thinking or idling.
And one day there is another anonymous ENTITY
Who oftentimes die a thousand times in curiosity
… Let's say that the "entity" is MAN,
Infinite times valuable than a hundred moons
That his rhythmic life pattern
In all aspects mentioned,
Was destructively or constructively teamed
By infinite numbers of other peculiar creations
Then in the middle of endless thinking,
Imagine another abstract entity
Who doesn't belong to the earth;
But only in a mind's world…
Say that the "abstract entity" is lost
Aboard in an imaginary boat
Paddling at the edge of lost dreams
Where everything obscure is real
Where lie is truth
Where old age is youth…
Moving to somewhere never thought by anyone
Or maybe already trite somewhere beyond…
Because man's life is centered only in familiar places
Travelling far but using just the same road.
It is then monotonous to know just
A piece of the world's fragment…
But if one tries to figure out
By just serenading one's thought…
Lead the step to the pond of nowhere…
Then there was a vision of gigantic atoms
That resembles that of solar system
But in the naked eye it is invisible
And the senses only perceive nothing but matter.
Then there was also a World War never seen
Somewhere but under the human skin
underneath, the antibodies shed bloodless defenses
While man is busy taming his life's destination
Or unknowingly, diving into self-destruction.
But still I want to go to a place unknown
To a place considered forbidden
Or to imagine something unthinkable
Because anything taking shape in an abstract way
Is a mind's ruthless imagination.
And if there are really forbidden places
Then in the realms of human mind
It is limitless, free, and intangible
More likely unexplored, unseen, invisible.
That in a million years man has transcended
Into an horrific, tyrannical monster
So much limited by time and space;
And built-in but limited frustration tolerance
The world is vast but still a tiny dot
Just like we are giant to ants;
Just like setting foot on light years of travel
Is a futile quest and not probable.
What if I ASSUMED we are nothing but
Spark of another entity's instant imagination?
Only it so happened to be that of infinite intelligence
That everything we are is only the work of imagination
That everything painful and joyful is only illusion?
That ironically man dies unreal
And that man is just wallowing in an ethereal space
So much playing and idling in a borrowed place?
Is it ridiculous…or bizarre?
But who could really explain who we are?
And where we are
When everything we had are just footnoted facts
And a lot can never find the best meaning
But just corrupted or otherwise trained, sensible reasoning
And in one click anytime from now
such divine imagination would be snapped out
And the whole civilization becomes a shadow of a past
A great past too much struggled upon
By imaginary intelligent humans
And who would really understand?
No one but the maker of that imagination
And who are we to judge anyway?
Have we fathomed what we are?
And if it is these crude humans who would conceptualize life
And create a universe with various lives
It is just a world of anger, greed and futility
Chaotic and with no harmony
If one would just transcend his being
And reach just the edge of the divine thinking
Just to ask the purpose of this life
And make a divine harmony
Then a clue would be revealed!
And the one who had known the word
Would reach through each crude human soul
A word that would explain the universal mission
A universal word all could comprehend
And the ultimate thought
Will never be snapped instantly
Because the imaginary entities have a reason to stay
Because at last the encrypted meaning
Would loom like distant brilliant colors
And this imaginary universe
which deteriorates after billions of years
Could just be a minute in the infinite clock
While the divine thought is a never ending book
And this imaginary world would be a powerful vortex
Of all transcended beings having one thought
Where sadness is bliss and bliss is sadness
And there was a vision of perfect opposites
Not given any detail at all
Because what shines is INFINITE perfection
And no longer the crude lower level difference
But I snapped myself from this merry imagination
Returned back to where the paddle leads on
And was back again to this EMPTY oblivion
Empty because the infinite choice is gaping wide open
And I choose nothing but the senseless ones
- only in my judgement.
And when I turn back, the meaning is hidden at the blackhole
And I paddled back with nothing at all
Still thinking ones in a while
And had once again this pale smile
The powerful thoughts…
The creative thinking…
The innocence to this life…!
