Lunar Nodes

 

Humans like to believe

Each existence has purpose 

And makes sense. 

Ages come and go, 

Destinies release determinism

And the poles

Play roles

To make it feel diverse. 

And it does feel different 

When one chooses 

What is new,

Living in this life

The opposite of the past.

One switch away, 

A life can be of an immortal, 

And another 

The life of an anonymity seeker. 

Time to live, die and be remembered, 

Never invisible, 

Belonging to everyone who knows 

A whisper of yours or about you. 

Next try, intimidated by extroverted nature, 

Becoming more intimate with non-existence, 

The mortal life in a body 

Feels more than enough.

We seem to have a love-hate relation

With alternating the likes. 

What makes it interesting 

Is the colossal distance 

Between the contrariants.

That's how we get to tell ourselves:

This life is unique!

Not having understood happiness 

Attaches one of life with hedonism, 

While for the rich owner

Of already blessed experience,

Lays ahead the bliss of liberation. 

In our inevitable marathons, 

With the means for fulfillment, 

Karmas roll on, 

Forming the premises 

For life to feel new.