I was asked by a friend today “What gives existence meaning?”
In my experience, meaning is seen by the seer, measured by compass and square, eaten by the glutton, weaved by the weaver, drafted by the architect, stalked by the hunter, beheld in the light, bought by the owner, briefly grasped by the artist, drummed by the drummer, hatched by the mother, sculpted by the craftsman, thought by the thinker, constructed by the carpenter, needed by the missing, fought by the fighter, protected by the father, tuned by the mechanic, loved by the philosopher…the child whispers it in a smile, the lover embraces it with a kiss, and the state of mind reaches at association in fleeting attempts to title it. And, as if each of these hollow words could take that which hides it.
For me, it is found in walking the high road.
Life is a verb. It is alive. Never still, it is yours…and, it is mine. Only held motionless with the discipline of mind. Each moment that passes is the birth of opportunity for us. And, when caught in the dire straight, the wealth in life passes by the you, and the I.
Walk to a point and stand where your sight is far, in a circle. Now, pick a direction. Someone might have told us that there is either left, or right. Another may have taught that there is a North, West, South, and East. Yet, the expanse of your circumference never ends. PI shows, with its infinite hint, that no point is a true equidistant. Our directions to choose number infinity, though, even five choices are better than two. It saddens me when each new mind sets out to reach – only to be told its arms are too short for that peach.
Some grasps at reality stick with us…..walking as ghosts along the sides of us – others, transformed by the shifting fractals of change. To know where others end and I begin is my North star. Anything resembling meaning was first guided by this point, whether deemed as trivial when near or obfuscated by the complex and far. Intrinsic value is the sole measure of what many call “soul.” As, within, it is the gauge that lowers if small minded are allowed to pull you down. The body can break. It can fall. It can weaken regardless of how you stand tall. Yet, to feel words bead up and bounce off you finds the spirit unscathed extending from a self knowledge and a love known as ‘divine.’
Knowing yourself and the reach of your integrity is sourced from within and cannot be stained nor taken. Believing in yourself and holding within – your sense of purpose, is a script of the self taught.
The pressure of the world has bound your reaction.
To some path we all slave – Let it be one we have purposefully named.