The search for Meaning of Life

Everything I have found and lost in between

Come; let us head butt the universe to see what she has got
intense tone of pitiless indifference or irreducible errors
How has it all occurred?
What does it mean to be a human?
Why this chimpanzee brain with sophisticated cognitive abilities?

Minds that can anticipate and conceptualize
Animals in the wild or saviors in mythologies
Where are our proximities in behaviors and perceptions? 

The meaning of life is in the Darwinian reference
Survival, reproduction, and a bit of reciprocal affection
I have mixed it up

With Freudian fixations, denials, displacements, and regressions

The meaning of life is where it is not supposed to be

Repression of basic instincts for civilization progress

The aggressions and revolutions that burn down the order of things are its Discontents

Our symbols of art, literature and culture are pornographic,

Simulated by sexual urge

Why do we have morality for her hymen and not for his tongue?

Life is a pendulum that swings between creativity and death

There is no happiness in human civilizations

We have learned to suppress our instincts for artificial security and progress

Come on the heroes of cartoons, screens, and movies
there is something magical about interpretation
that makes this boring plot so interesting

Follow the trend; go on

Find your meaning in hero worship
we all believe more than we think
between unloading and fading out
Surviving on those useless things that make life worth living

 Oh! Karl Marx, can you make us believe again that

Everything is social, historical, and material

Matter before mind

The meaning of life I am thinking of

Has already been conditioned by the economic realities

To keep my spirit alive, I sat beside a stream

I heard the gentle murmur
Of a sage moon as he was, Rajneesh

Even without thunder, there was
Ma, Ma, Ma
Math, Music, Meditations

My guru of excess

We have become too obsessed with sex

And lost the way into superconsicuoness

In my lonely hours, as I was restless in my bed
I listened to a madman with the voice of Zarathustra
Reason and Madness, Cosmos and Chaos
Probability and Randomness
Combine to create dazzle on the surface of meaninglessness
Nietzsche spoke: you are what you overcome

If life is absurd as you think

You can still create your own meaning

The Prophet of the New Testament sermon told us
Don’t judge, for thou shall be judged
I said to him, I can’t even cast the first stone
I have all the contradictions within

And, for Two Krishnamurti, I admire
J. spoke of truth as pathless land
I observe as I am
Live with choiceless awareness
UG, like a sledgehammer, reminded
Mind is myth, and thinking is against living.
Sages of the Upanishads have said
All is all but all, even if you take out all
And, as the dawn was about to break
Buddha in silence nodded his nothingness

Even if you exist, you don’t
Hare Krishna, I still believe in love
for all the delusions I have racked up on my wall
With Karl Popper, I celebrate open society
and how the human mind works

Shifting between clock and cloud models

Why only the one? Have I been saved by too many?
Let us not look beyond, beneath, or behind something
The meaning of life is like bones and blood
Fire and ice
Struggle between day and night in the twilight sky
Smoke emanating from dead bodies in a funeral pyre
A child dying of bone cancer in a hospital bed
Human fetus aborted to hide an exchange of pleasure
A mother left alone in an old home by her only son
And when you can’t even trust the face of an innocent child
The meaning of life is discouraging, dangerous, and dark

Hanging between silence, signature, and speech

The meaning of life is somewhere between

What you know and don’t know

The meaning of life has not been inscribed in stone

We only have traces of lines drawn on the sand

Distorted by the waves of history
the meaning of life is still recurring and returning
Even after all the explanations, analysis, and interpretations

I only speak for my truth; it doesn’t have to be yours