It Doesn’t Matter 
 
Matter comprises my ideas 
The greater my knowledge about a thing 
The heavier the thing seems to get 
Yet always it remains a concept only 
My ability to look in a focused manner 
And to have words and images about that focus 
Is all matter is 
The moment my focus is diffused 
Matter loses its meaning and form 
It ceases to be 
And yet 
Did it ever really have separate form? 
Can matter ever be? 
Can the actual presentation of the whole ever have any weight? 
Because the whole cannot be thought about 
It remains forever formless, beyond meaning and without matter 
And what I believed was matter 
Never really was more than just a belief or a thought 
So, matter doesn’t really matter 
Or really take place ever