Time moves on
as on this earth
men live and die
each day
Humanity wallows in wretchedness
Men steal, lie, kill
plunder one another
People deceive each other
There is no end
to pain, suffering, agony
Yet
in quiet moments
my mind reaches out
and makes contact
with some mysterious source
some cosmic awareness
which moves me strangely
I sense something
I cannot describe
but only feel
Who knows what secrets
are locked up
in this vast universe
or in the human mind?
What things have substance
and what have not?
What is Truth and Beauty?
Are they just empty words?
Or are they tied up somehow
with this strangeness
I feel?
Perhaps tomorrow
I will know
but meanwhile
I must continue
to feel
the things I feel
and to think
the thoughts I think
for wretched life or not
Life must go on