You ever get to the point
Where the only thing left to love
Is the direct connection you have
To everything and nothing
To everyone and no one in particular
You ever have a moment so real
A present so right now
Because the past is dead and the future is a short whatever before complete eternal void
Have you ever achieved a purity of mind so pristine
That all your desires erupt into laughter and applause and then the party is over and the theater empties out
And all that’s left
Is your organism and the souls inside
Realizing your riding a rollercoaster into a wall
No matter how still you stand
So you look to G-d
Right there
You with eye and eye open
Direction connection to source
Power pounding in your temples producing what you ponder
Infinity possibility filtered the the crack of eternity tumbling into now splashing all around
Everything a thick gloop of waves pulsing between matter and mind
You ever get to the pointless?
And waste it writing poems?