There is celebration

There is celebration

For the many perhaps

But not the few

Or is it the other way around

As we all are constructed

From the same base materials

With a propensity

To find fault in perfection

And seek the best

From the worst of times

What struggle there is

Must be in each of us

Passed from one generation

To another

Some seeking to self-actualise

Hoping to find a truth

That may or may not exist

As all our atoms combine

Before they come apart

Others never learn

Do we all dance together

Is there a moment

When we listen to the same musc

Is that a basis for believing

In Beatlemania

Some kind of heaven

A collective unconscious

A shared experience

Carried through all of our lives

As atoms are always

In a process of reincarnation

Are we indestructible

Will that make it easier

To die or more difficult

When there is fear

At least there is hope

For something other

Feelings remind me

That I am alive

Pain is an indicator

Of my tolerance to stress

What would I do

Without this body

Is it enough to know

We will all return

To our original form

In the fullness of time

How will that make me

Miss you less

When will a celebration

Of life

Become a contagion

The doors of perception

Flung open

To reveal what may

Or may not exist

On the other side

When there are no sides

Just differences of opinion