All one alone

I live in dread or regret
of what others deny or forget,
but I have cultivated remembrance
to assimilate some semblance
of something I haven't been, yet.

The object of Zen
is to be frozen,
forget the past, at last,
and eliminate the future
so this hyper-present instance
has no (other) reason for existence.

No vagaries or ambiguity,
and this would make perfect sense to me
were it not for the sound
of my hand, and a sneeze
brings that logic to its knees
with a thousand mysteries.

I hesitate to mention the obvious
of which I am oblivious.

iconimago