Meaning And Eternity Poem by Paul Hartal

Don’t tell me
This life is without focus and logic
Don’t tell me
This life is elsewhere
Immersed in uncertainty of destination
Rocking back and forth on cosmic trails.
Don’t tell me
That love is not eternal
And the end of life is death.

How can I agree with you?
The substance of the psyche is unknown.
Brain, cognition and matter
Remain a more profound conundrum
Than the riddle of the sphinx.
And is not the conjecture
That there exist forms
Of indubitable knowledge
Just a logical error, a misconception?
Is it not that somewhere reality
Becomes merely an illusion
And illusion
Becomes reality?
Is not the object always subject?

Yesterday the featherlike thin cirrus clouds
With their delicate silky appearance
And fibrous texture were still spread
Irregularly in the sky
Harbingering lovely weather.
But today biotic, ragged nimbostrata
Prevail the firmament
From where rainfall escorts us
On our dilatory way.