foggy, like morning breath,
it's a valentine's day after.
did your hallmark love arrive
neatly wrapped and perfectly packaged?
is the illusion you're seeking firmly contained
within your grasp?
or, does it still elude your grip, as you take what is
offered while thirsting for that which you seek?
how did you roll out of bed this morning?
just another day in paradise, of rising to the humming alarm,
turning over, alone and awake, celebrating, "this is it."
"really?"
a big, empty space, four walls separating you from the rest of the world,
four, little walls, in every direction you turn
in the corners of your mind
in the recesses of our hearts
in the armor around our bodies
four little walls
imperceptible
inconceivable
raised to believe that in blocking the world out,
with borders and resistances
by erecting walls and digging trenches
in digging moats and drawing bridges,
is normal and necessary.
to protect, and isolate, to make distinct and mark as special
to delineate what is yours and what is mine
because we are certainly entitled
and apparently prefer this perception of lack,
as we chase after an iphone carrot, goaded by recent fads,
measuring value and comparing worth along the way
yet that which our sharp lines and steep angles keep out is the very same
as that which we desire most...
simple. easy. uncomplicated. no words. no borders. no boundaries.
touch. contact. connection. making do with what is. taking what is necessary.
leaving what's not essential. abundance is always what we give away.
