The Cascading Terminus

Through the rivers of the mind

The conscious has been temporally wading;

There the presence is confined,

As the environments ripples are fading.

All the while, physical – is invisibly drowning;

Its countenance neither smiling, nor frowning.

The more the will rejects the real,

To spend time within this stream;

The less effects – the spirit will feel,

From the reality of this living dream.

The deeper the thoughts drift (into the unknown),

Their keeper into a rift – is more completely alone.

Looking ahead, over the edge, the waters are cascading;

With the liquid, each relevant emotion slowly disappears.

Most feeling and concern is departing and degrading;

Matter is lost in the mists (the happiness, lusts, joys, fears,

Etc.). Only curiosity remains, wondering what dreams lie in the basin below;

What new Visions and Sensations are at the base of the descending flow?

The empty animated shell can reach out and perceive;

There`s sensory information, the nerves can receive.

To the intellect it seems the purpose of life is: To believe

That there is some purpose (which does not deceive).

Rivers flow onward, until they drop out, into that unanticipated basin –

Where the waterfalls, eternity endlessly sprawls, and the unseen calls –

And they finally arrive at their true destination – the intangible`s separation.

Composed By: A. D.