Rejuvenate

Beneath the organic shelter I lay
The swarming essence of summer 

Pulsing around the shape of my form

Beckoning in its earthing pull to the core

Exchanging its sweet kiss for the last ounce of my resistance 

Much opposite to that of a butterfly

Yet alike in spirit 

The drift - awakened by the bout of the squirrel 

Yet only for a fleeting moment as the lure strengthens its grasp 

Creating a euphoric response seen as a close-eyed smile 

The only bothers - the tick I ignored in checking 

Promising only stress to the simplicity of the moment

And the technology to my left - unable to withstand the natural rays of heat that cause life and discard of poison 

Pushing aside these human tools I succumb to the drag and find myself in a place of mindless warmth

Eliciting a feeling like no other.

At last I arise in a drugged stupor 

Aware of nothing except the glow of my skin and the contented response of my body

Caressed by the earth, I must move on to the mundane tasks of the day

I bid good day to Mr. Squirrel and stumble numbly on my way.

Everything under the sun is meaningless

I've had a lot running through my mind recently, per usual, but I'm not sure I can find the words to properly explain what's in my heart.  I guess I will try my best because I know it clears up my mind when I attempt to write my thoughts down in an organized manner.  A warm thank you to Blackboard for currently being under maintenance so that I can guiltlessly verbalize the mental fragments that have been exuding out of me....hahaha I kid.

Lately, the words of Ecclesiastes have been repeating themselves in my head, probably due to the fact that I feel like I relate to them more than anything right now.  In the beginning chapters of the book, Solomon talks about the meaningless of "everything under the sun".  He wrestles with his realizations that his wisdom means nothing; fate ultimately overtakes both the wise man and the fool.  This cannot be helped, for the earth is a flowing cycle of human lives: each person is born, lives, and dies forgotten while new births fill the shallow abyss of death.  Ecclesiastes 1:9-11 sums up many of his relevant thoughts well:

"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.  Is there anything of which one can say, 'Look! this is something new'?  It was there already here, long ago; it was here before our time.  No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them."

He goes on to explain his journey of experimentation to find meaning in earthly pleasures and found that he only felt weary from the toil of working toward something that has no value.  Our lives are utterly insignificant.


Wow to be continued......I got like nothing out of my head.  Can someone please invent a machine that reads your mind and writes your thoughts out for you?

Let's be honest....I don't think I can ever finish this.  Too many thoughts regarding this....it seems to affect every aspect of my life.  Well at least I know what I meant to write here.