unEnlightenment Blues

Throughout our "open office" the clickity-clack of computer keyboards attest to the work being done. I see them, colleague & friend alike, sitting quietly (oh, so quietly!) on their blue swivel chairs, ergonomically positioned by the specialist that came to reconcile our divers postures to them. This office is a reality I did not create, within a larger reality I had no hand in, within immensity I cannot contemplate. When I understand freedom, life, or meaning, will I leave these brightly lit confines behind me? Will I seek still water, the teeming forest, that life abundant I imagine outside my workstation's window (oh yes, I've been granted a window), that I glimpse from the bus or train? Because when everything clicks, when I see the big picture I've waited for patiently, how can I stay put? How can things go on like they have heretofore? & if they don't change, won't the picture, the meaning I've found slip away; slip on to someone that will use it better than I can?

If only...