Why Are We Here?

Why are we here:

we are never told why, not in any meaningful way, and not with an answer that provides any sense of closure to our wonder. Why are we here? This question seems to largely belong to religion and philosophy, with science more concrete in what it offers. Science gives details, facts and plausible theories on how life has occurred and evolved, on how the universe was formed. Philosophy speculates and religion is steeped in their own assurance. 

the answer in poetry is simply....because we are. 

all I can offer are my own beliefs, and these should mean little to everyone but me - and truthfully my beliefs shift with every breeze of curiosity. I am never settled with any certainty and every belief is held loosely in my mind. I have little interest in ultimate answers, most especially ones that are declared definite by someone else's belief. 

it's the question itself that frees a poet to explore the world without answers - in this moment, I am here to write, to share my thoughts as they appear, arrange these words in a way that seems to please my sense of symmetry. To every instant my answer is different - I am here to do exactly what each moment calls for, a spontaneous participation of all that's come to the particular point within the world. The question of why am I here seems entirely without need of any answer. 

we are here...

and that's enough for us to know. 

~

Peace, Eric