Part 4
I do not have thought
as my deepest metaphor.
I would have liked to say
that mentality
as in male mentality
is to blame for the framing
we do as our story unfolds
but I sense that gender
is only the surface tension
of the mirror we face.
As I would look into
the eyes of everyone,
I see isolation
and the faces of isolation
crying out as absentees.
We are a narcissistic species
self induced but ill equipped
for the entitlement we claim.
Our voice is the rhetoric
of violence reclaimed.
Our actions are polarized
accordingly
as if this were the continuum
of transcendence offered by life.
Every next person
although disguised as separate
is the key.
Every next person in our life
is a creative opportunity
from within
to share our wealth of being.
It is only true in its aliveness.
It answers nothing.
It solves nothing.
It lives in the beyond
coming forth as expression.
It either takes us up
or preoccupies in comparisons.
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