Tattered, read, and worn are the pages of my life

they glisten with adventures of the past

and surprises that lie before me

but the essence remains true

 

ask me the meaning of life and I’ll show you these pages

together, we’ll study my book

scan the pictures and the words

all the things that I’ve learned to become

 

but the answer won’t be there

the answer is unwritten – left to be implied

 

for meaning cannot be in the past

it has disappeared

and it cannot be in the future

if it were, we’re meaningless now

no

 

meaning is found in the concept.

in the idea of a blank page and a black pen

 

there is space to be filled

and the clock is ticking

 

but the point isn’t to simply fill the space

it is to make sure your space is beautiful

beautiful enough that others can be inspired by it

and that inspiration will weave your stories

 

so come near, and we’ll read each other’s pages

and study all our books

our stories will grow together

and I will invite you into my writing

 

with ample time, effort, and care

our books will join as one

and together we can write poetic tales

tales that will teach us how to love

 

the meaning is not on the pages

no

but life is in the binding