Allow me just this. an oldie!
Young at sixteen
socialistic, altruistic, even religious wrapped
in a damp shroud of hormones
cocooned in misplaced pity
to what I thought was the greater good.
Now centuries later I know better,
seen much, done much and can accept
myself,Jimmy, and in that
I can celebrate my life
even rejoice in knowing perhaps that
there isn't much to ultimately know
or understand. I love and feel moved
by predicaments of sentient beings.
I somehow know, but you may disagree
that nothing has ever lived or died or
nothing has ever lived or died,
nor nothing spoken or denied
in all time and history.
As conscious entities we are one,
indivisible but maybe we don't
quite know this yet.