Poetry
Living and Dying Between Stages of the ‘Self’
Poetry by Gustave Deresse
On a system of thought dedicated to aloneness; to bonding with humanity and Earth on a deeper level; to transcending this reality; to unawareness, and immortality.
There is pain in growth, there is sacrifice in change.
To lose the perceived self, and at such a high rate…
To feel oneself torn apart, caught between philosophies unmeant for understanding, until each argument adopts its own sureness of perspective, and personality.
Awareness of the whole, never lost, aches the mind, forces us to yearn for earlier simplicity.
What, where, or how is existence, or meaning?
Heaven isn’t for bliss, but nothingness.
My heart is palpitating, am I wrong to love?
The creator, separated from creation, may merely one act as the primary source of our wonder?
Who is here to guide me?
What is meant to hold me back?
This karmic game played by the cosmos, unbeknownst to even itself…
Between back and forth, in and out, dark and light — there are how many pivot points?
How many ways to live?
How many ways to die?
If we count infinity, count its counters, and so forth…
Is there perception of the final destruction?
A backward trail until the beginning at the end?
I have all the answers, and believe in them firmly.
But what good does that do me?

About the author:
🔍 ㅤGustave Deresse Is a Canadian Writer, Wanderer, Cook, and Musical Artist Who Enjoys Exploring Such Themes as Spirituality, Philosophy, Creativity, Humour, Motivation, Emptiness, Wellbeing — and the Weird.
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