seems like something else,
something comparable –
of greater or lesser value.
But deep down
That’s the truth
and your fear:
when you can’t
not even the things
called him her it
How do you
find a way?
Still, you do.
What you aim towards is to understand and accord with your environment, for your own needs and desires (and for those you care for).
But every other does so too.
Of course, needs and desires change.
And the environment moves and shifts as well.
So understanding and accord must always be fluid
How might you live
if you did not
(and, of course, others)
for extractive use?
Unfortunately, there’s a sizable subset of the wounded: the wounded who wound.
Cornered, ripped by hurt, they find no other way than to lash out at others.
But, fundamentally, still they are the wounded,
unawares, rubbing the wound
You work. You go shopping. You return to where you live. You float through the familiar,
now and then aware of being off center, half a dimension away.
At such times, do you ever ask:
“Where is my true home?”
Eat your fill,
Yet – bloated, stuffed –
you won’t be satisfied.
Why is everyone going somewhere else?
Naturally, a toddler tries to stand, then walk.
That is the full presence of the child.
You, where are you trying to go?
Is this ‘going towards’
your full presence
the constant production of your lack?
Are we just
a bunch of beings
each damming back
But look –
can’t be helped –
it’s all seeping through.