Poetic Philosophy

It exists.

We exist.

I exist.

The greatest miracle and mystery of them all.

What is existence? What does it mean to Be?

I am me.

And yet, what does that mean?

I am afraid it means nothing.

So I try to find out answers.

To questions that exist only in the heart of the night wind.

Oh, I wish I was more brave.

Brave enough to see that the vast sea looks up to Me…

~ Part of Harmonia Philosophica network