Comprehension Gone Awry
As I try to comprehend
Each and every given moment
In any or all experiences as
A strand in the thread bare fabric
Of the Space-time continuum
Reveals itself for me to pull it
That I, too, may become one
With all of infinite infinity
As in a hand of man to hand of God
I’m never quite able to connect
But then another moment
Comes along near instantaneously
Grabbing my fickle fragile focus
To allow the seamstress of
Insanity to sew up the loose end
I’m looking meticulously for the next one
In a Sisyphean boulder, push up the hill
It will be as long-lasting as the last one
Still, the search continues with all of the hope that
Charlie Brown has for Lucy not to move the ball
Knowing infinitely, he will land on his back….again
It’s best that I chalk it up to experience and move on
Looking at the world through a windshield. 
Why is it that some can see and feel through to the tender places? Why is it that some can act accordingly whilst others imagine they’re the only ones who exist?
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Excellent questions. On the first one, I am not sure. Which may be a good thing, because on the second one, I see that all of the time. Where it would be easy to point that out of others. Unfortunately, as that mirror reflects back so efficiently, it must mean that (hopefully) on the rarest occasion I find myself in that (temporary) narcissistic position.
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This is deep what you say. And the way you say it, like a koan that steps further into comprehension than logic. Awakening…
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Pleasing Word is the only game in town.
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