Being a Thinker

... in between Thought and Truth ...

To,
my best friend and love of my life…

I fancy thinking of myself
As a thinker-
A thinker not too concerned 
‘Bout how you’re doin’, or the gloomy weather.
Something I seek is more profound.

To know why you feel as you do-
Not just to nod when you say,
“It’s too much- this life.”
Life is too much, I know,
But why do we only see
Life’s darkest trails, 
And deny the clearings
Where the sunlight, as a blessing,
Falls upon our tiny, thinking heads,
Purging us of pity and sorrow?

I want not to know what
You plan for this weekend,
But what you’ll do
As life moves towards its end.

I want to know your deepest fears,
And all the reasons why you think
You fail to overcome them-
Why you fail to act 
At that precise moment 
When you face them.

I want to know why!
Why- about everything 
We believe to be true.
Why do we think it’s truth
And not merely perception, 
Or worse- superstition?

I want to challenge the beliefs
We’ve built and clung to,
So we can tear apart these layers
Of deceptive masks we wear.

I fancy myself a thinker- 
One who also seeks
The Ultimate Truth,
The reality hidden from us
By our own ignorance.

I wonder whether thought
Itself can uncover it-
Not dismantle, but deconstruct it. 

That which made us
-this body, this mind- 
Which gave us 
The power to think…

Could that which birthed the thought
Be unveiled by a mere thought?

With all my love,
…thinker ♥️