Directness: What’s What

Lying flat on the bed,
Back of the head on a pillow,
Knees bent and up,
Right leg crossed over left,
Feeling whole,

All divisions broken
And everything is.
Such comfort and peace,
Never before and always
This way;

Wanting to be pleased
And silly all at once,
To take everything seriously
And to laugh hilariously
At what I see,

What it is to be,
In this reality,
Which is here in this room,
Everywhere
But so subtle;

Difficult to see
And impossible to avoid,
The void
And ordinary things
Like walls and ceilings,

Sitting at the keyboard
Reflecting on the keys,
Feeling the fingers
And watching them type
Each verse,

Words on the page
And spaces in between the letters
Making the phrases
But from whence comes the meaning?