Sensate

[Gyrfalcon]

What is life, then?

Is it mindless breathing?

Automatic tasks, without thought?

Breathing and eating and breeding?

 

What is there, that makes this life

And not nothing at all?

There must be something,

That makes it worth living.

 

There is that subtle, wondrous

Something, that makes life worth

So much more then toiling

Like an ant in the dirt.

 

Experiences, sensations, thoughts

dreams, and hopes, and fears

terror, excitement, and emotions

And everything that goes into life.

 

These are why we continue to live,

Everything a fresh sensation to thrill

Or please or pain or mourn or frighten

Sensations, a spice for life.

 

Dreams to lift, and to stir hope, the last

Of Pandora's Box, to give us life and meaning

And a desire to better the world

 

Fears, innocent terrors as we are younger,

Known terrors as we're older, the ghosts jumping

Out of the closets of our lives, giving us a shock.

 

The excitement of a roller coaster, the terror of something

Jumping out of the closet, before the light

Is switched on and its only a coat,

The thrill of doing something 'they' all said

You could never do, not in a million

Years but you proved them

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

 

Pleasure and pain, two sides of a coin

Flip and let it fall, see what comes up this time

Happiness? Sadness? Who can tell, time to roll the dice

And see where they fall, for all life is chance

And its time to take a chance,

And live your life.

[Guest Signe Green]

lovely, Gyr! you should write more poetry, your turn of phrase is admirable and you paint vivid pictures.

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[Peredhil]

Well stated, well phrased, and a call to arms.

 

If you never push a limit or rise above the grey of existence, have you truly lived?

If you deny all potential pain, you've denied all potential love as well.

 

Although I'd put a bid in for the breathing eating and breeding part...

 

-Peredhil