Our lives are defined by apparitions
Of shared assumption
My name
Fortress to contain my self
Built of thin gossamer
Yet imbued with power
Without names (could we even imagine it?)
Would we run free in new pastures
Like infants, or wild beasts
Knowing the entire world, always
The gestalt of now, created each moment
No individuals, only the herd, and the world
The sky and grass and singing wind
Eternal, ommipresent, exultant
And what of minutes and hours
Days, weeks, months
Demarcations of time
Parceling each piece of life
Fabrications all, mental constructs
Tyrant ghosts with solidity and purpose
That we have given them
To these we abdicate our lives
Soon with no concious consideration
Running like background programs set long ago
Forgotten, yet underlying all
They command the days
Sun rising is marked and measured
Today is only a place to see tomorrow
Could we ever truly forsake these now
To live fully in each moment
Alert to what is happening now
Right now
We walk like ghosts
Past towering constructs
Shadows of our thoughts
They hulk on every horizon
Naming the universe