The joy of oblivion

My words… a trail of breadcrumbs

A serious opus
a labor, be it of love,
a bloody trek to chart a path
through this maze
called life

I stand at the threshold… bracing for what may appear ‘round the bend

I follow those crumbs
bent over,
ever so diligent!
An earnest student
of the maze

Oh the morality! The justice seeking!
The hairsplitting
of right and wrong, of fair and foul
The weight of the world
on my self-important shoulders

The theater ends, finally… the curtains part

The one engaged in
the act of living
the “well-considered life,”
and the one witnessing,
meet at last

All cease.
All sounds, all colors
all thoughts, all feelings
all concepts and ideas
… melt

As the river,
finally encountering the ocean
lets out a final sigh,
and delirious with joy,
ceases to be.