Happenings

Whatever happens, happens for good... 

A city happens, history happens, 

Leaves and flowers happen.

The inebriated earth holds all happenings,

as it were, on a stage in display. 

If you bump into a tree 

they will call you blind, for, 

blindness too happens like death

like the noontide in the black sea. 

What is freedom then? 

Is it another happening in this 

world stage of eternal becoming? 

Do I have no choice in anything? 

Have I too happened without the freewill of my Maker? 

Is there nothing, that wills to manifest like Nietzsche’s superman? 

Sin and merit have no destiny 

Love and death have no destiny 

Why then the lily blooms when moon rises? 

Is it an involuntary sneeze of nature that creates and destroys 

without purpose and goal? 

Even questions do happen 

Answers like eureka happen as accidents and freaks, 

Love and death are freaks, 

Poetry, philosophy, discoveries Inventions and Mars landing 

All are simply happenings, moving uncontrollably 

in their own orbits. 

Truth, beauty, love and separation, 

in the same chain of being, 

move ephemerally towards the end of time 

for regeneration of new happenings. 

I merely watch, wait and whimper 

in my endless agony of love, to give all 

that happens to me in my limited time frame. 

Well, that’s all I can throw into my life’s empty zone.

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