a meaningful life

 

the imposition of a meaningful life

is the lock-step madness of making sense 

that becomes the know-myself landscape.

we might as well admit to being 

a custodian of our rational narrative

as a way of life but not of living.

there is the ocean of deep emotion 

behind the surfacing of any rational say.

in the light of anyone's mind, presenting,

experience reinforces this 

as negative grounding. 

and with this negative emotional imprinting 

that one identifies with,

there is a sense of a physical self implored

yet continually, irrationally self justified.

and we expect this to float our existence

yet confused and then perplexed, 

we walk out of this muddy pool 

onto the well-trusted land, 

resenting the appearance of our dirty feet, 

but yet still praying for a miracle

that understanding would 

come to comprehend

other than what pseudo revelation 

blindly offered.

we are always attempting to remember 

a very distant past,

that mind has it vaguely stored,

that will eventually be recalled 

on its own time,

as if life produces wisdom

as a regretful response,

uttered to oneself upon further reflection

of one's deeper introspection.

to only discover the hidden truth 

about this vast imposition 

called a meaningful life . . .