Would it be peaceful?
If I could just be.
If I could merely exist,
as though a river, an ocean,
never ceasing, never ending.
Would I not have to endure
any pain, sorrow, hurt?
Would I be at peace? Or
would it all come crashing
down around me, tearing away
piece by piece
until there is
nothing left but
what there was
before my existence?
Would I be able to move along
with the world, to see, hear, smell,
every moment of time as it passes?
Would I feel the touch of every hand,
cold and supple, warm and dry?
Or would I be as though dead?
Unfeeling, unmoved, as the people and places go on,
ever changing, ever ignorant, of the one thing
that is, but never was, never will be.
Would I be happy?
Or would I be incapable
of any emotion?
Joy.
Sorrow.
Pain.
Anger.
Lust.
Love.
Envy.
All of it, gone. Just like that.
