Enigmatic
A wise man once said
That the more real you
get, the more unreal
The world gets, and
I've found that to be true
One of the great
mysteries of life
Is that while most of
us pay attention
Only to the waking
dream that surrounds us all
Looking endlessly for
continuity
And a respite from
change,
The life spark in each
of us, that carries us each along
Is something
intangible---
Forever still like a
gentle painting
Of quiet summer
afternoon
Yet always moving with
a force from a timeless time
Common as the brown
dirt beneath your feet
Yet mysterious and
enigmatic
Far beyond any words
you can find to use
Floating like
dandelions seeds on a morning breeze
We all wander in the
bosom of a life force
Far more intangible,
mysterious and enigmatic than our own
The more you notice,
the more you see
Much that is both
beautiful and which cannot be explained
Wake up and look around
you, my friend
Until life appears so
complex
It becomes simple once
again
Dewey Dirks
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