Encountered: Is-ing

Sometimes
I get this funny feeling
That everything and everyone
Is everywhere, and always has been
And always will be.

And so, what we speak of
As death,
Although it is real,
In a way it doesn’t matter

And yet, in a way it does.
It’s so difficult to say,
In fact one day
I asked myself the question,

‘How can anything matter
And not matter simultaneously?’
And although I felt I knew the answer
I could not say anything about it.

Is it beyond words?
I can’t even say that
But only
That I could not say;

And after a while,
I just gave up,
Pulled the laundry
Out of the dryer

And then,
As I often do
At this time of day,
Made a cup of tea.

Then I sat down
And began to write
And this is what
Came out of me.