The Mind of One

Solemn Hour

Who weeps anywhere in the world,
Without cause weeps in the world,
Weeps over me.

Who laughs now anywhere in the night,
Without cause laughs in the night,
Laughs at me.

Who goes now anywhere in the world,
Without cause goes in the world,
Goes to me.

Who dies now anywhere in the world,
Without cause dies in the world,
Looks at me.

Rilke’s poem Solemn Hour speaks of a world, that is a manifested creation of matter made of minerals and water. We conveniently mishandle, misread and misinterpret this world. We muddle through misery looking for a laugh, only to find a mirror reflecting our own sense of senselessness. We die in a secluded forest of myopic dreams and at the same time realize there is no death in the reality of appreciation.

The vibrating energy in a cry, a laugh, a move, or a death is life lived through the mind of one and the consciousness of the many.