There is no intrinsic meaning here
Other than that which we assign
At last!
The true meaning of love, unconditional love

You go about attempting to experience this idea or that, in great depth
Then you wonder why you always end up where you started

That feeling inside, that you say is ripping you apart-
An unending loop of your own magical creation

Where does it end? Where does it end?
It doesn’t end! It doesn’t end!
Nor does it begin
Of course, you say, of course
How else could you be writing this

Ah the simple life
The sound of gravel on cardboard has transported me to heaven

I’m a silhouette in a forest at dawn
My feet are in the sky
My hands hold the core of the earth in place

All is perfect
All is illusion
And I’m happy beyond my wildest imaginings!