What’s the peculiar proclivity of the mind
To be … fill in the blank …
Belong - to what and whom in what guise
Becomings of sort
Each wrapped up
In a particular type of a suffering
Moving inwardly imploding
Projecting outwardly exploding
Violence to self and others
A necessary repercussion emanating from these states of insufficiency.
Missing the mark
The inward journey
The inner knockings
Healing the madness of becoming
Allowing darkness to be a doorway to
Gentle rhythms of homecoming
And all is well just as it is.
No need to wear a self, no need for much.
A moment-to-moment being.
No going, no coming, just dissolving into the womb of eternal life.
Not your or my eternal life.
And here Life weaves the fabric of itself into being.