Life’s meaning & purpose is Life itself
The gentle breeze
That soothes my being
And the generous Cuckoo
Showers an eternal spring
Bees & Butterflies joyful
Of their usual fling
Trees around nodding in gentle
Acceptance to every & any damned thing
Clouds moving about weighing & spying
The meagre space below to
Rain their blessings
With Sky witnessing this & much more
Without any divine clinging….
Soothed by a momentary breeze
And the Cuckoo that followed — Bees
& Butterflies & Trees & Cloud & Sky — In All
Eagerness of reason, meaning & logic — I utter
Lost in beauty & serenity –
I missed the mosquito naughty
flying & singing: Pricked me
Coming out of my trance of acceptance & attention
Tending to my-own-self…
I seek — meaning & reason
As for a Mosquito, blood makes life & by helpless, ceaseless pursuit it dies
Questions poured — What??
What is it for the being in question?? What is the meaning of life??
Will I find meaning before I die?
Whilst, It Occurred — that a mosquito knows better!!
That — Meaning is a Mean word
Ignore my Fallacies or Advise
Aravindh V Bala