The Meaningless Beauty Called Life 
 
And yet somehow the moment miraculously births meaning 
Sweetly
Simply
The only glory is that something knows that all it’s meanings must also meet their opposites if time is still in play
Yet that which sees all this can only be the timeless
The meaningless
Unable to ever reach itself through knowing
And sweetness remains eternally as the potential for all birth
And the slate is constantly wiped clean as the looking itself
Forever pristine
So pure that it can never become two to be able to know itself