A poem to share:
In the tempest of life
When the wild ego unfurls its sails
Ripe with holes,
Will the soul’s awareness crew
Patch them or abandon ship,
Trusting in the warmth of new waters,
The presence of dolphins,
And the absence of sharks?
For all the times we learn and unlearn experiences
We form a view of what we think the world is like,
And our sense of self becomes dependent
Upon addictions to air, water, mother’s milk,
Later sugar, numbness drugs, and ego aggrandizing stimulants.
Do we stop to take the essential breath,
And contemplate where we sit and what is next
In this moment of life
Guided by bigger hands and farther vision?
Can I say, “I am content with what I have”?
Or do I always want something different and more?
Where does the restlessness land me
Except in endless circles of desire
And judgment of self and others.
Knowing these things,
In a moment
Can be abandoned
In pursuit of something.
Addiction’s whim, wanting desire.