A Poet's Journal: April 24th, 2015

 

April 24th, 2015

It does not matter how much we see the world because there is always something to it that is not exactly attainable.  A wild landscape, a colorful bug, an unexpected stray dog, they hide behind a meaning that we search for, and whether we find it or not, we accept them into our experience as having given us some insight.  Our opinion and our reconciliation with this opinion is the only way happiness is thought to be had.  When the wild landscape is no longer wild, it does not grieve, but our spirit is conquered by the fact. When our happiness is no longer so, the stray dog is a pitiful creature; thus we create the stories that keep us in the world we live in.  But if there is a world outside of this, where do we look, and do we want to see something that is devoid of our sentiment?  If we hold the rope too long our hands will blister, but if we let go, the rope will no longer be there to save us.  Some may ask why they are holding the rope in the first place, and some will say there isn't even a rope.

Douglas Thornton