deep- For a simpleton
The meaning to life is that
there is no meaning
and in that very fact lies
meaning.
The human lifespan rolls out before us
like miles of empty canvas’s
Some scraps longer, shorter, smoother, and rougher than others…
but equally,
intentionally,
as empty.
Fill it!
If all that is predetermined of our lives are the edges…
where our art work falls to the floor
or
rises to heaven…
Blood and flesh like pencil lead, eventually
sharpened out of existence, human experience acrylic….
Fill it!
Life has no meaning…
as the canvas has no meaning.
blank notebook pages
un-orchestrated orchestras….
And in so lies
all the meaning our fleetingly beating little human hearts could ever hope for…
Boundless possibility.
God’s gift
Pointlessness.
Fill it!
Individuality, and dreams, tears, torture, passion, and thumbprints….
Play -
-dough…
Life is like the playground.
From home we have come to home we shall return
This marks the boundary. This and nothing further…
That ever present predetermined, we as people, cant seen to get enough of
fruitlessly searching for. And never finding.
Destiny in truth no more,
than the edges of the canvas.
the start and stop of recess.
The empty space
nothingness in between
the blank and begging canvases.
There in lies the meaning of life.
Life like Imagination
gloriously open.
Limited only by the limits imposed on ourselves
and again
onto children. And how far our examples
and hope, fear, and faith allow them to paint outside the lines
on their canvases.
No more no less. The more comes before and after. and yourselves.
Meaningless life means nothing less
Then endless potential.
The meaning to life is not to be found
but to be found in its lack of meaning
Inherently empty.
like blank and beckoning canvases.
Mortality;
the indelible media
the purpose;
the artwork we create on the canvas we have received
the human soul;
the immortal artist. of the meaning. of life.
The answer to the eternal question
Is indeed that there is no answer.
And so very blessed am I
for this meaningless life I have been given.
I hope when I come home from recess
God will hang my canvas on his refrigerator.