Becoming One With Life

hoping for gimel, landing on shin

as the day 
finally ended 
its miserable life, 
i saw a star, 
possibly a satellite 
(i’m no astronomer), 
flicker 
and burn 
against the velvet 
backdrop sky, 
reminding me 

there is 
no sunset, 
only a spinning 
dreidel 
flying around 
a giant fart; 

there is 
no patience, 
just silence - 
the saddest form of communication. 

and in that lonely, 
lonely moment 
of reticence, 
i realized 
we all are 
ONE 
with the universe. 
we all have 
the ability 
to comprehend 
the simplest fact: 

everything is empty 
and futile 
and cold. 

yet there are things 
that keep us 
going 
(and those things 
are best served 
at room temperature) 
while we hope 
for gimel. 
yet back in reality, 
i watch
as the spinning top 
just landed 
on 
shin.

-suburbanmike

(Source: lookedlikelaughing, via judylouise)