Pieces of Paper

The horizon opens up; 
it is a dandelion 
running away from us.

A thousand seeds spread
through the cosmos of time. 
The origami dweller invents
the origin of life. 

We are all pieces of paper,
striving for security,
but finding nothing 
but a stale storm if 
love isn’t under 
your wings. 

More than half of our lives are spent striving toward something. We run after goals that dissolve as we die. We end up with nothing. All striving becomes stale if love was not behind those goals. If there is no love, to survive is a mechanical pact. Our greed flourishes with a mechanical mindset. How can we transgress a mechanical acceptance of reality? It can be transgressed through creativity, but what is creativity? A horizon is opened. It is everything: imagination.