I squeeze my experience through the stainless steel
strainer of wisdom to extract the inner essence.
The fact that no essence can ever be established
does not deter me, since I can harness imagination
to make things appear which are not actually there.
We all make this exotic magic every day, yet after
a while, we begin to take our super power for granted.
We may claim that we’ve entered the soul’s dark night,
although it is still the late afternoon, and the honey light
slanting through the forest is all the magic we require.
When we become bored by the possibilities of experience,
the essence, now freed from the confines of non-existence,
shines forth brilliantly, even as we fork another mouthful
of ho hum into our disappointed faces, sullenly waiting
to see what else this emptiness still has in store for us.