Whether we see it or not
We are free
Free as birds we are
Birds without wings
Free inside our own minds
Confined to what we were given
Given we were, but were we? Really?
We've earned the ability of thought
We've fought for it throughout the ages
But now left to the confines of our own creativity
Left to wonder about the black skies and the dark seas
About all the unknowns
But I am sad the most about those we won't even know about
We wonder why's and how's
On the off chance we may someday figure out
Just to pile those on the list of things we do know
And then forget how hard it was long ago
But on this list of knowable deeds
Lies one of the most precious things
The astounding odds of us being here
Writing about us being here
Consciousness we call it
And we brag about it as if we are their only keepers
And we fear losing it, we fear the void
We fear the universe will go on without it, without us
So we create elaborate stories
And convince ourselves that there's no such thing as the void
Some of us believe them so fiercely
They will throw away everything afraid of losing it
Consciousness, I mean
It seems then that the void is only absence
And it is already real for those whom are not anymore
So you see, this is not something to be afraid of
Just try and remember how we felt before we were
Mukaha (the void)
Unosara ndaenda (that is when I'm gone)
Unosara ndaenda (that is when I'm gone)
Eh
Tiri chibereko (we are the offspring)
Tiri chiratidzo (we are the manifestation)
Tiri tsananguro (we are the revelation)
DzemuKaha (of the void)
Maiwi-maiwi (oh my-oh my)
Mukaha (the void)
Havana here kufanira (are people not in the likeness)
Nevakapfuura (of the people that passed through)
Munguva yakapfuura (the time past)
Eh
Mukaha (the void)
Zvibereko zvemukaha (the fruits of the void)
Hey
Mukaha (the void)
Mukaha (the void)
Zvibereko zvemukaha (the fruits of the void)
Zvibereko zvemukaha (the fruits of the void)
Mukaha (the void)
Eh
It's not easy
But at times I find myself
Contemplating the absence of everything
The void
The possibility of true nothingness
It is a frail moment
A split second and the grip is gone
I wonder if that is just our brain protecting itself
In a struggle to comprehend or embrace
Its own potential oblivion
The true denial of being?
Maybe
The way I see it
All beings are just the universe expressing itself
So perhaps the first manifestation
— that we know of —
Of the universe's consciousness
Came in the form of this organic blob
We call a human brain
So thinking about this void
A reality with no universe
Nothing at all
Is in a way the refusal of the self
Thus the difficulty
Interesting enough
The mere use of words such as
"Nothingness" or "void"
Falls short in portraying this absence
Nevertheless, my
— or dare I say our —
Incapacity to fathom true emptiness
For more than a mere few seconds
Seems pretty real
And it feels like a quest to me