The Mantra of happiness

[blazeofglory]

We do not know each other
We pretend we do
We marry and wall around us
we set a family and distance ourselves from others
We draw a line between strangers and relatives or kinsfolk

We own and take hold on one another
Extend a domain of our own

In truth we pretend to be closer
For since nobody knows who is the others

That is why marriages break, families disintegrate
In the end everyone takes his or her course
Alone and nobody following on his journey.

We are journeymen and let us feel it
Combination or bonds of relations fall apart

Every man is a universe unto himself
Full and complete, powerful and perfect

Births and deaths happen all alone
Do not repent if you are unaccompanied
For the journey is your own
The rest join in the middle.

Let us prop up our positions
To live the way we are
In us, in the now and here

We are indefinable beings
All relations are externals
Breaking free from all falsities
To fly alone like an eagle
Defying the eternity of the heavens

Let us us shred all ties
That give us the warmth of briefness

Let us be happy with everything we get
And indeed with loss and gain in the game of life.

[Auriga]

This is a telling poem where the truth of the matter is expressed; humans are individual beings with individual dreams and aspirations that do not coincide, necessarily, with those around us, least of all significant others. Though, I do not think I agree completely with this line:


Births and deaths happen all alone

It would seem to me that this is a bit of a pessimistic view on life and death. Granted, we are, for the most part, a solitary people, we take great joys in the births of others and find solemnity in death. Both of which are shared with friends and family.

[firefangled]

Very well said. This so reminds me of Saint John of the Cross and mostly the following:


The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
The first, that it flies to the highest point;
the second, that it does not suffer for company,
not even from its own kind;
the third, that it aims its beak at the skies;
the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
the fifth, that it sings very softly.

-San Juan de la Cruz