Meditations Upon Our Human Condition

A First Meditation Upon Our Human Condition

Think of...
The great debate
Of man, God and fate
Of our bodies and souls
Of useful and futile goals

Of love and lust
Of the ashes and dust
The duties which we must
The theories which we may or may not trust

The tears we shed
The life we lead
The deeds we committed
And the lies we omitted

The truth that we seek
And the propaganda of which we reek
The knowledge which we learn
And that with which we are born

The things we have created
And those we have destroyed
The acts that were debated
And Mother Nature laws with which we've toyed.

And when the debate of our fate
Has reached our souls' goals
The lies and tears we've shed
All futile in the end
And the knowledge that we were taught and sought
Is created and destroyed
And the Creator and Destroyer with us toyed
From dust to dust we are restored...

A Second Meditation Upon Our Human Condition

Part I

The existence's mystery
And mankind's history
Is it history that is to blame
Of the ever-shifting game?
Or itself does history repeat,
And in the end is it all the same?
The ancient religions and beliefs
Were their reasons and relieves
Although we know that myths were their gods and Lords
Perhaps some truth resides in their words.

Eve ate the apple and Pandora opened the box
And ever since then, have women been mocked
And the ills plague our life
And we're trapped with this strife
And we're doomed for eternity
To search for that certainty
Of how it is that things have come to be.

Part II

In everlasting motion
Remains our condition
All we move and moved by all
Until we shall come to that final fall.

The stars and planets align
Determining the malicious and benign
And yet double determination plays its role
For much we ourselves do control.

Through mere thoughts our soul breathes or drowns
Causing our bodies to smile or frown
For we are what we perceive to be
Physically, mentally and emotionally.

Mental transcends to the physical
As energies transfer and exchange
Nothing can ever be isolated
No single matter can be deranged.

For, all is connected
And all is the same
We are all intermixed players
In this ever-shifting game.

Here on Earth
Are Heaven and Hell
And the best of it we must make
So long as here we dwell

And yet that innate feeling we maintain
Of an afterlife
Therefore we bear these burdens and strife.

A Final Meditation Upon Our Human Condition

We must exercise our minds
Searching for whatever we may find
And allowing it to find us
Without stiffing up a violent ruckus.

For a personal destiny resides in us all
We must never give up on it or surrender to the pessimism
We must journey on, and not anticipate a fall.

Listening to our intuition, heart and inner child
Renouncing the prejudices and skepticism established by social institutions
Which hinder and confuse our mind.

And once we can hear
That voice which resides in us
The skies shall clear
And we shall no longer dwell in the blinding dust!