Yearnings

Confluence of souls, Is it?

Or just being?

Misty meadows, greenest greens

Cosmos on Earth, Isn’t it?

They say there is a purpose

They say there is a contract

They say there is a reason

Unknown?

Strange beckonings

Strange yearnings

They say it isn’t strange

They say nothing, really

Social settings, 

rudimentary rules

Forever binding

Forever blue

What lies ahead?

What lies beneath?

I often wonder

We mortal beings

Slightly aware

Living many lives

Building a web

Illusions galore

Mocks life

Is life, life?

As we see it

Or is it just the mind?

Isn’t that the illusion after all?