Ephemeral setting of space and time

Zephers pass my pulsing ear in painful anticipation for a sign from above about my life,
while the oceans roar in the distance with my heart held high.
Could I be the one and only truth that exists in the void that we call life?
Or am I simply a crystalized piece on a huge chess board?
I split into seperate mind storms, travelling each one as the samurai warrior faces battles with reverent honor.
Confusion is strong, but I must find a way to know.
The rain cascades gently onto my raiment as I peer up into the sky.
It is now, at this point in my personal meditative state, that I begin to understand that time loses count, and space is without boundaries.
Such a condition I now posess, stricken by the urge to obtain surreptitious knowledge, and to solve random mysteries.
Given every dream, every thought, every single meaning in a cruel and cold world, I continue to face my uncertainty.
I holler into the cold wind and wait for a response.
My question echoes in the distance...no answer to be heard.
Hours of yearning for an answer leads me into a final state of emotional chaos.
My mind, as if hit by a bolt of lightning, receives the answer to life's hidden agenda. An attempt to remember the vast knowledge that entered my mind for that moment...fails.
I finalize my pain and walk into the howling darkness where I belong.

Filipe Santos