it is hard to leave
the sweet broadcast of being
to leave,
for the impersonal presentation of behavior,
to trade-in the presence of being
for the habitualness of doing,
to be an attentive slave
to the projection of self
and not the animation
of one’s temperament of spirit.
may they both co-exists
without the leverage
of hidden unconscious directives.
is there a fitfulness
buried in fluid flight(?),
or a serenity
beneath the erratic-ness of display means?
does the paradox ever leave duality
to rest?
can the enigmatic ever reveal
behind its mask?
is the cryptic ever simplistic
at source?
when does the obscure
become face-to-face honesty?
is the inscrutable ever so childlike
that it is puzzling?
is the incomprehensible
a doorway to enlightenment?
yet, by broadcast of being,
not a thought,
not a worry,
not a care . . .
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