How big can life be

to one human being?

The size of

a pin

hole?

Or the size

of a red oak tree?

 

Can we be mistaken

about the roots of infinity?

Is it really vastness

space?

Or is it humanity

at its very essence?

 

Are we really confined

to the limits of life?

Can we exert mind

over matter?

Or is matter

all that the mind can be?

 

Is death truly the end

of a meaningless journey?

The body ceasing

to exist?

The denial

of the everlasting self?

 

Is truth really in the eye

of the beholder?

is certainty ‘truly’

all illusion?

Can faith be

grounded within reason?

 

Do such concerns

really matter?

Are we

kidding ourselves?

Thinking we live

instead of living itself?

 

Can I tell you

how to live your life?

Give you solid

advice?

Ask you to take

a walk on my path?

  © Lloyd Rock

How long is a piece of string

A Poet's Call

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