Endlessness: Disorganized

Those who said,
“Everything is mind,”
Might just as well have said,
“Everything is mindlessness!”

The lights are on
But nobody’s home!
How wonderful!
How breathtaking!

Nobody decides
And nobody does,
For all is
Merely spontaneous!

What is
Is what is,
Is all
We really need,

I cannot be
What is
Without you,
Nor can you,

In fact,
To speak of ‘I,’
Without you
Is nonsense!

Am I making sense?
In your absence
There’s no way to tell,
For sense is between us,

We can only make sense
Together;
Fortunately,
We are never apart!