Purpose

The big question

And the Universe splintered 

Each piece of life, hungry.

Each piece wanting, yearning.

And some splinters were gifted

and damned with thought;

looking at night skies.

And these thoughts always

led to questions: 'WHY?' 'HOW'?

many and none were the answers.

And as the stars dimmed 

and the curtains were drawn,

Finally, purpose was discovered.

Slowly the splinters drew

back in to form the One;

and It started again.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

'and some splinters were gifted
and damned with thought'

that is paradoxical. on the one hand, like the saying goes, 'i think therefore i am.' thought being equated with who we are as a race. the ability to reason can be as much a curse as it is a gift. esp. when we ask questions that can't be answered. sometimes we just have to have trust in the universe to take care of us and let things unfold the way they should. excellent poem.

[Mark]

I think many things are a duality. It seems to be a Universal law. Thanks for your great comments! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Artwork and words are amazing. The questions raised by the night leave us wondering about what will come and where will it end? Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Mark]

Thank you for reading!

[dw817]

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Life, the universe, and everything ! And despite popular opinion the answer is not 42, and nor is the question 6 times 8, although that certainly was written down.

No, I have learned for all the great mysteries of the universe, all the incredible questions I might have about this, that, and the other. I tell myself quietly - there's time. There's time yet to know. Just relax, take it easy, enjoy your cup of tea and take it one day at a time. :)

As for the purpose of being here - well - one theory I have is to entertain the gods. And as backwards and naive a species that we are, I suspect we will always be in their sights for this if not in their influence or awareness.

[Mark]

Profound words my friend thanks.

[dw817]

Certainly. And your poem does put it all in perspective. We are one microscopic infinitesimally small and miniscule atom. A silly and chaotic spark of life when compared to the scheme of the universe and all it's quiet, serene, and majestic glory.

[Frieda P]

Deep and profound, I think this is one that resonates within us all Mark, stunning my friend!

[Mark]

Thank you my sweet friend. :)

[Frieda P]

If it had a zephyr it would have been perfect. ;-)

[Mark]

Haha! I'm going to write about zephyrs and butterflies just for you!

[Frieda P]

Hahaha I'm waiting with bated breath sweetheart!

[Jack...]

Spellbinding Mark. This one is so cool, to the point you could actually start opver and read it again and again. A poem that feeds off of its own energy. Very nicely done.

[Mark]

Thank you Jack for the high praise!

[Cassie]

This is so beautifully expressed and continually as humans this questions we will always ask.

[Mark]

Thank you very much.

[Leslie Philibert]

This a write about the biggest subject of all, metaphysical and physical at the same time, great.

[Mark]

Thanks Leslie. I always look forward to your reviews.

[Ruth]

Continous circle...philosophical and beautifully crafted, there sometimes seems no answers...maybe the questions are the answers...xx

[Mark]

Yes dear Poppy you nailed it. :)

[Blue Ivory]

I agree with you 100% on this one. This is probably my favorite out of all your works. Great job here! This is totally something I can share with people. You've described the universe beautifully :)

[Mark]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

[Pryde Foltz]

Nice, Mark. Loved; loved; loved this read.

[Mark]

From one curious intelligence to another thank you. :)