When you look for a support system and find a basket of expectations, life becomes a bartering game. Then you wander the universe in search of unconditional love and find conditions instead. A suffering emerges – the body grows tired and will power weakens from a blazing sun to a flickering flame. Better, therefore, to not look for anything but yourself – to be a mighty oak, building upon itself, outstretching its presence to bring others under its shade.
Humanity revolves around the preservation of ideas
The best among them cannot be seen in plain view
But rather, like oxygen in skin, be ingrained
Become a habit; pervasively trained.
Clouds get in the way of a clear sun and a parched turn
Of an ocean bed – a pool of water stands where currents once ran.
I revisited that seashore where my brother once drowned
On that ledge by the beach my grain of sand itched
Clawing at my skin from the inside.
Come out of the woodwork, into the light;
A divided personality, in requited height;
Into the open where shame cannot hide.
Nor need its respite, or even itself at all.
Come out; un-divide.