Ah! Being......

[Mutakalim]

Being is an unrequited passion

Of which the object is eternity.

No answer is more salient than the question,

Not of why, but what it is to be.

In each of us there burns a fuel-less fire

Eternal in amazement and desire.

Meaning is the means by which desire

Alleviates the pain of pointless passion,

Revealing in the miracle of fire

Knowledge of a just eternity,

Unending love and paradise to be,

Sufficient to semanticize the question.

 

Let us de-semanticize the question,

Intent on separation from desire,

Letting be the wish to ever be.

In time alone we touch the ancient passion.

The moment is its own eternity,

Holding us forever in its fire.

 

Given that eight days a fuel-less fire

Answered for our ancestors the question,

Bearing embers of eternity.

Reason cannot overcome desire,

Insisting that the sense was merely passion

Embracing the demand to ever be,

Longing more than life to ever be.

 

Eight days we witnessed the untended fire

Lapping at the hollows of our passion,

Lighting the dark chambers of our question,

Entering the pith of our desire,

Noumenescence of eternity.

 

Stopped time does not describe eternity.

Each soul in time must also ever be

The infinite of its most dread desire,

Having been itself a fuel-less fire,

Each the answer to the wordless question,

Leaving all behind with bitter passion.

In that passion, too, we'll ever be

Zealous for eternity on fire,

Answering a question with desire.