Everything 'Is'

Everything is but is not                                    
We see but cannot see
We reach through the darkness
Hoping to grasp something tangible
But it constantly alludes us
The brooding Moon
The constant Sun
We know But do not know
We perceive But play the fool
Time is an Illusion
Floating Free
Nothinginess
Emptiness
Life is a Board Game
And We are the Players
Fragments of a whole
Splintered shards of broken glass
    strewn across a mosaic tile
A tree without roots
A fleeting glance
A mirrored sky
A sad and solemn brief good bye
We envision no Beginning
Therefore there is no End
We constantly search
But do not know what we are searching for
Even though there are Those With the Answer
We flee from the Truth
But like moths, drawn to a fiery flame
Misconception drives us
The flame is not real
It is a mirage
It is not hot
Pass your finger through it
It is cool, now cold
We are Masters of Deception,
Weavers of Beauty
We glide into being
But are lost projectiles in reality
We exist but Only for a Second
We Ascend Then Descend
Down that long and winding staircase
Murky shadows accompany us
Our shaking hands feel their way across
A cold, hard stone wall
A dank smell of mold and neglect
Fills our nostrils
Yet, up ahead, a small beam of light
Beckons us Onward and upward
We unite, We separate,
We rally, We retreat,
Over and over
The message is Replete
But our ears can't hear the Beat
Repetition ruling
One not of our choosing