It's human nature to ask why. We've done it since childhood. Humankind is propelled by curiosity, isn't it? Because we need reasons, it's inconceivable to most that creation exists for its own sake with no particular point or purpose.
Scientists and
mystics learn over time while we fill in the blanks with our stories. Pondering in verse the
Poets and Storytellers United word prompt "why", I sought calm in a world overfull with drama.
Along the shore, I saw swimmers floating with ease.
Nearby, windows reflected the heavens.
Moody clouds whisked along the blue sky.
A cozy house nestled amid the foliage.
Plants said their final goodbyes.
Autumn glowed around every corner.
Some flowers hesitated to go.
Trees were ablaze.
Paths were littered with leaves.
Forests shrugged off the clutter.
The stairwell took me to a deeper level.
A gate closed to the coming cold.
The cat settled into a Buddha pose.
Although the truth about existence eluded me, a new song about liars by Dolly Parton gave me odd comfort ... her words perhaps more suited to
last week's post.
Hello,
ReplyDeleteLove the gorgeous fall colors. Pretty sky watch photos. It's too bad we can't create the things we wish to exist. Peace and happiness. Take care, have a great day!
Thank you, Eileen, I wonder and am hoping we can create some things we wish to exist. :)
DeleteBeautiful photos and poetry. Wow, that's quite a stairway through the forest!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful autumn colours! And pretty sky photos! I love them :)
ReplyDeleteGreat Autumn colours.
ReplyDeleteWow ! your poem is awesome and the autumn photos divine ~ thanks,
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
A poetic and beautiful post. I love the swimmers. What a sight, I love the mysterious staircase, and the leaves and the pumpkins and all the mystery. It's okay for some things to remain a mystery.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Post! Poem and Photos! :) Dolly's Song most Poignant.
ReplyDeleteAm having to come to grips with the impermanence of matter reality, life as it was... and even humanity as we know it... Eckhart Tolle says even the Earth will die...
Maybe Buddha cat is asking similar questions as us, in her/his Buddha Pose... Amazing what we see/hear through the keyhole of space-time - when we brush away the clouds of the mind...
I'm Feeling more and more like a stranger in this world myself, its energy seems so heavy and distorted these days...
Am curious to watch the video on Mystics :)
About the Mystic link I provided … my thoughts differ from the author somewhat. He describes a mystic moment quite well but being mystic doesn't mean blissful at all times … that would be too strange. :)
DeleteI agree - my definition is different than his, and not my experience either! :)
DeleteA great question and the hardest and a great poem Yes all the world is a stage. We only get to look through a keyhole and still don't get much answers. I think we don't know much yet. There is much more between heaven and earth Your photos are beautiful I love that staircase and the beautiful gate
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and lovely verse.
ReplyDeleteI'm comfortable with the idea of creation existing for its own sake. I also reserve the option to make up my own purpose for my own life, if/when I care to. Your photo captions are like another poem (if you put a full stop after 'comfort').
ReplyDeleteJust for fun I tested out your premise about my non-poem poem. :)
DeleteWhy Does Anything Exist
Along the shore I saw swimmers
Floating with ease and nearby
Windows reflected the heavens
Moody clouds whisked along blue sky
A cozy house nestled amid the foliage
Plants said their final goodbyes
Autumn glowed around every corner
Some flowers hesitated to go
Trees were ablaze with colour
Paths were littered with leaves
Forests shrugged off the clutter
The stairwell took me to a deeper level
A gate closed to the coming cold
The cat settled into a Buddha pose
Although the truth about existence
Eluded me, a new song about liars
by Dolly Parton gave me odd comfort
Tell it, Dolly! My poem goes with her song well. "What's it all about, Alfie?" has been my life theme song. I've enjoyed my visit here, perusing of all the pieces that engage the senses.
ReplyDeleteStunning autumn photos and lovely verse !.....Rall
ReplyDeleteI won't touch an answer, it might be crazy. I like your pictures, I always do. We might not have an Autumm this year, we are still running in the 90F's and come mid December may have a freeze. That is southeast Texas along the Gulf of Mexico.
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What beautiful skies and autumn scenes! These beauties, though fleeting, do exist to console us heart-aching creature. And, Maria, your photos and words, too. I especially like the path strewn with colored leaves and the winding stairwell.
ReplyDeleteLong may this 4D Fantastical Dot survive, despite the humans who treat it badly! :-)
ReplyDeleteHello,
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely post, beautiful words and Autumn colors and pretty flowers. I love the shot of the path littered with leaves. The skies captures are lovely. Cute kitty, he/she does look settled and comfy. Beautiful things exist, if we look for them. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Take care, have a wonderful weekend. PS, thanks so much for leaving me a comment.
You write beautifully. Those are quite the stairs.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics! Your poem on the question of existence is thought-provoking.
ReplyDelete~~ and truth it shall be. A great write!
ReplyDeleteWhy exist at all... that truly is the question, isn't it.. what is our purpose. I've reconciled to us being just random manifestations of matter - and yet then the question of good and bad becomes complicated. Lovely pictures as always, especially those stairs with the leaves... !!! Rosemary is right, those captions can be woven together!!
ReplyDeleteThis week's poem captures the essence of our profound mystery.
ReplyDeleteWe have an almost-three-year-old great-granddaughter, and as you guess, the word "why" is in very frequent use. I am glad to see her parents and grandparents (my daughter and sil) doing their best not to just answer "because." But answers never get easier. We get older and eventually stop asking frequent questions out loud, even though they get harder. Answers remain elusive.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures and even more beautiful captions. Also I loved your poem and resonate with it
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, Penelope. Thank you for sharing those stunning photos.
ReplyDeleteThey made me smile.