The Meaning of a Fool-Filling Life

THE MEANING OF A FOOL-FILLING LIFE

Breathing in,
Breathing out,
I am aware I am living,
Life pulsates my rhythm,
I am the rhyme that pulsates.

Closing my eyes,
Opening my eyes,
I am aware I can see,
Colours fill in the world for me.

Eating and not eating,
I am aware my body needs sustenance,
It needs space,
To sustain my life,
For life is sustaining space.

Loving or fearing?
I am aware my emotions are anchored
in the myriad of feelings,
For I am feeling life,
Intimately,
My life is an intimate feeling.

Who am I in this moment?
I could easily have no name,
I am awareness following a thread,
Unsure of the garmet I will create,
Will it be cut to measure?
Or do I measure it to cut?
Or naked before truth?
Whatever it weaves will be perfect for me,
For am I not the creator of space and time?
I am experiencing my time in this space.

The rain is sprinkling,
I can hear the clear waters running into gutters
nourishing the earth,
A silent spring that rains down without permission,
That gives life to this world without petition,
As osmosis moves from high to low concentrations,
Nature has oscillated permeable membranes,
Coded to absorb or not,
Mitochondria of renewable energy storing life,
That I did not invent,
But life invented me.

Love is the sunlight that brings hope,
The lover that never needs me to stroke his ego,
He is the one that never leaves himself alone,
He is the music that harmonises with my song,
He is the alpha and the omega for whom I long,
He is the Adonis in my dreams,
Poseidon the God of my seas,
He is the ocean breeze tickling my fancy,
He waves me home prancing to tease,
He leaves ripples in my wake,
He takes to give of his bounty,
His sword forged by the fire of his truth,
For he would never be drawn to destroy life,
He is the masculinity my world cries for,
He found his true heart bleeding,
True love leading became his purpose seeding,
To serve became his honour,
For a woman cannot maketh the man,
It is the man that builds his monuments to peace,
For a just peace resolves all conflict,
And this is the future edict of heroism,
For this is the true soldier of fortune,
Who will be richly adorned,
As Adonis is spawned.

For life is a precious jewel,
Glimmering in the window of your life,
Each breath warmly leads us home,
For we never metabolised this life,
We are stewards of an intelligent earth ship,
And love is the highest value cut from the diamond light,
It is the union of mind, body and spirit,
It is indeterminate and infinite,
The feminine and masculine are not polar opposites,
But compliments when diversity values unity,
As life unfurls a feeling not a thought,
Grace-fooly tasting diversity for fun,
As life runs through your finger tips
like sands through an hour glass,
Are you running on empty or fool-filled?
To be full is to be a fool for life,
To be drunk on the elixer of eternal life,
Realising living truth is your greatest power,
And this is the glass through which we see the hour,
For this is the power of now,
And this is the meaning of a fool-filling life,
Given as the pre-sent.