Life Remains Unknowable 


As we get more interested in the objects we know 
They expand and get more complex 
Objects collide and produce further objects 
And conceptualization never reaches an end 
Its complexity may overwhelm 
And yet there is no point where the mind can say it is satisfied 
Time seems to want to extend  
The gentle satisfaction of contentment can only come from somewhere where time is not the dictator 
Where measurement is not the pointer 
Where life remains unknowable by the thinking mind 
Neither starting nor ending 
Simply 
So simply itself 
That there is nothing other to know it