Spark of Existence

This was one of the first ever pieces of poetry I have constructed. IDK what other genre of writing could this poem have been placed at. So. Yeah.

Mere mortals face mortal things in their short mortal lives

For hapiness is such a subjective and relative term

As no one in this earthly realm has ever found true bliss

Still we all trudge through the endless sea of our troubles

The nature of man is to strive for perfection in all imperfection

Our questionable woes are formed out of a need to complete trivial goals

Drowned and hindered by problems that we create ourselves

We only fill our days with worry because we allow it to happen

As we venture forth out into the unfathomable depths of this world

We muse and contemplate the objective reality of our lives 

A road we all eventually go down only for few to find out

The spark of existence which frees us from the dread of our own mortality

 

This spark doesn't come from this physical plane

Nor does it come from the inner machinations of our mind

It is something we can only grasp obscurely 

Yet still fulfilling for it is fundamental in the bigger picture

It is composed of three important things that bear relation to each other

Things that must be balanced to achieve enlightenment and illumination

Chaos, order, and love

Things that most people today still elude their sweet grasp

Order and chaos exist harmoniously in wondrous duality

Yet one must always prevail against the other 

For both are always in conflict yet in constant stalemate

As the product of these two is love in all of its forms

In the end only few truly feel the shock of transcendence

Since not all can tame themselves in order to achieve equilibrium

For they side with one yet fail with the other only to grow cold and hard

But the lucky few who managed to do something inhumanely impossible

Is blessed with the authenthicity of real purpose and meaning

For this is the undeniable spark of existence

Author's Note

Do tell on what does the poem cause you, the reviewer, to think or muse about. I need affirmation as well if you think it is filled with nonsense, especially starting at the 4th stanza, because to me, after examining it years after its original conception, it seems illogical LOL.