The time has come
To break away from habit.
Habits of thinking
And being and doing.
Our way of life
Was a roadmap of diversions;
We never really arrived anywhere
Except to where we began.
The search for validation
Was misconstrued as the search for self.
We have lived as partial beings
Unable to embrace a world of our making.
We speak, but don’t listen
We hurry, but to no specific destination.
Activity is valued as action
And in its chaos we seek our purpose.
How do we see our truth?
How do we integrate our being?
How do we come to see
That to be we must be free?
Our exchanges must be directed
To let go of a lesser value for a higher one.
Poverty does not belong to outer circumstances
But to an inner blindness that doesn’t let us see
That our wealth is as unreal
As our imagined poverty
Gain and loss are the way of life
It’s the alternating of breath that sustains life.
Freedom cannot be won in a world of perceptions.
We must stay silent, watchful and locked in.
Wit. Wisdom. Wonder... 