DEPRESSION

Like-a weight, intensest gravity;

when motivation and interest evaporate,

hope becomes meaningless.

Lost, in a dark hole

without perspective.

any Belief seems childish -

just something to clutch at

and vaguely remember.

It’s the accumulation of ancestral despair,

imprinted in the genes:

all the losses, defeats, failures

overwhelming the Now;

how to take another breath,

and the heart one more beat?

Biology itself teetering on the brink

of losing impetus or purpose - 

to move atall and think.

To comprehend this state is purely ex

periential - it’s taste:

 getting to the rock-bottom of its bitterness

 and the fear in its dark sludge

‘Cos, my dearly co-sufferers,

it’s a final, mortal realisation

of the facts of life in this reality - the juxtaposing of opposites,

ups and downs, the pits and pinnacles

of finite expression in 3D.

Why keep going? Will words make any difference?

What’s the ***ing point?

Getting to grips with naked Truth?

Didn’t the holy one sweat blood in the beautiful garden?  

Something to “overcome”,

compete with or compare?

We yearn for, fight and strive for independence - is this it?

Utterly, helplessly alone?

The trouble is we never are or were -

but the computing, bitsy Mind assumed it was so.

Only our perceptions are unique,

and in all probability, inviolably creative.  

Ah tiny me - whata burden, whata privilege, whata JOY.

Dragging one’s puny littleness

eventually

out of the Ltd spacetime murk - begrimed and properly aghast:

blinking in the glorious Light!