If there is- If there is not.

If there is
no promise
of a next
or some
everlasting life

would each
moment then be
savored as
exceedingly
precious?

If it took
an exact
precise primordial
soup of salt water
dancing proteins
and an artful stroke of
violent lightning
in randomness
and chaos
to cause
life here

and we are
but one
fantastic

anomaly

life never to be known
before to any star
and maybe never ever
a similar
confluence again

would you live
this life
without fear,
without hesitation?

Drinking deeply
from the cup of rasa
our cosmic
bliss birthright?

Or rather
squander it
in the fetid familiarity
of suffering

small
frozen
redundant
false
trapped
owned
bitter

resolute in
a self imposed
damp cool
concrete prison

only waiting to

exhale?

Ah
no.

I breathe deeply
into my abdomen
soft warm stardust
belly protrudes

one life as me
once that’s all

there are no
answers

~ just stories ~

before

silence.

Photo: Personal photo of author with digital art filters.

*rasa (Sanskrit: रस) literally means “juice, essence or taste”