Mind Meanderings: Part Ii Poem by Rafael Cazares

The gentle cries of my mind
Result from my ineptness to the
Pulse of the Living.

The self-produced borders within
My being betray my own Self to others.

To embrace Chaos,
To dance with Fire,
To inject Life into
The Great Spirit of Life is a
Dreadful, meticulous burden.

Creation's objects are only relevant
to our interests and understandings.

What is it that can transmute
our labors into games and return with
sustenance and nourishment in hand?

What mindset keeps us hapless and happily mindless?
Where does foresight and hindsight meet?

Where our Perceptions dwell to the Pulse of the Living beat.