Maybe its Going to be Alright?

What if it were going to be alright?
At the end of the day
What if you could not fail?
To live your life
To be yourself
What if it will all be taken care of?
With or without you
One way or another
What if it isn't your job?
To save the world
To make me happy
What if it really doesn't matter?
What you achieve
What you obtain
Who the hell you think you are?

In these imagined spaces of the psyche
The gaps between synapses yet to form
Lies a strange, unchartered path
A path which draws me into its mystery
Charms me with its innocence
What if I were to venture down its course?
In the glow of personal freedom
With the lightness of a baby step
What if the peace that laps at the edge of nothingness
Were a permanent ocean of joy magnificent?

(This poem was written whilst waiting for a flight in Heathrow's terminal 5 - a great space for writing! It is about faith and humility. The faith to trust that we don't need to strive fearfully, that other people are on their chosen path and that the world will keep spinning regardless of the human will. The faith that, despite our worries, it is just possible that we will die with a smile on our faces. The humility to recognise that our story, however dramatic, will be washed away in the blink of an eye. These ideas scare the ego silly and challenge existing belief systems. The 'gaps between the synapses' refers to the scope for new belief systems to be created in our minds, new beliefs that reflect these ideas. New links between neural synapses, new ways of thinking, new 'paths'. Creation. The 'nothingness' referred to in the last lines refers to the death of the ego. The 'joy magnificent' is the peace of God if that is a langauge that appeals to you)