I make all the facials I want,
but they don't speak the depth of me.
I can say all the comprehendables,
but they don't say the truth of me.
I can face you eye to eye
but that doesn't make us any closer
than embrace potential made evident.
I want to stream-speak the we of the us.
I want common mind
leading to mutual heart-space presence.
this is such a land of confoundedness to cross.
everyday I awake to separateness and a map,
searching on the planet for common ground.
my spirit enjoys a treasure hunt.
why is play so unrewarding?
even if we were playing cosmic tag,
that would be more daily life-fulfilling.
somehow I didn't know
we needed agreement to eventually play.
I naively thought play
initiated evidence of agreement
and not the reverse.
maybe play was before I got to be a self,
defined by my separateness.
I'm not sure if I forgot
or didn't remember.
in either case,
I have become mindful
and the freedom of play
has somehow disappeared . . .
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