The Ultimate Ataraxia

How does God spend his time? Observing Humanity manifesting itself? ‘I am not here to entertain your dreams; Unless, they are in fusion with mine, ' He says. We sacrifice our lives upon the altar of Impossibility: Epistemic questions with no answers. Nothing matters! —we are dissipating as a vapour... Neither good nor bad—equal is the life's equation: The time wasted in apathy, is almost close to blasphemy. That state of neutrality between fire and death, That segment of life in the middle: What should we call it? —Does it serve any purpose? Is it a preparation for passing into another life, Far more superior than this? That vague fantasy of Heaven... A vague eternity of nothingness...to knowing not Wherefrom you come and where you go— That must be the ultimate agony! Life is only meaningful through the heart's lenses of love: Love! —is the light which beautifies the darkness! You are free to be whoever you are! You are free to escape the cage of preconceived enslavement: To inhale the life, and exhale into the atmosphere The chemical compounds of your being: You are free to write upon this planet The cardiogram of your beating heart! But the breeze breathes the agonised human-souls; The oxygen does not suffice to harmonise Their smouldering yearning, and they sink Into an inundation of unspoken words, and worries: Survive in insufficiency, and break their wings In a tentative of flight: —they are the extinguished souls Before an everlasting sunset: the lonely human-souls Carrying their stone-crosses all their lives, With pious eyes ever wondering at the two spheres of the sky: How each day, and each night, the Sun and the Moon Lead them unpredictably, to the place where they drop the crosses