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“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” ― Rumi
A river runs beneath us called “Life”
That we sip from but do not drink
That once flowed abundantly above ground
When our short legs ran fast
So fast we believed we could
(In just a week or so)
Chase bullets and jump high to catch
The winged wonders of the air.
Strange how it went
The other way.
Something changed.
We became adults long before
Our bodies did,
And the flow of life
Sank beneath our feet,
Feet that were growing and slowing.
Now we are devout
In mimicking thoughts of strangers,
Men and women we call sages,
For the protection their words give
Least we look for ourselves again.
Our gods protect us too
Now that we have buried them
Between us and the river.
We look away from life
With radiant upturned faces,
Though we say we look to find
Eternal love and bliss
In the forever-closer distance.
Our loves protect us now
That we have buried them too.
They lurk in the earth,
Indistinguishable
From co-dependencies.
We discover in both
Our pleasures and our pains
Useful entertainments
And distractions
From the sound of water.
The water we recoil from,
Preferring a few dry stones:
Remnants of the hours
We come close
To making love.
We hide our fears,
Wrapping them in anger,
In hatreds,
And in anxieties;
Watching screens,
So many screens these days,
While beneath us
The river still flows.
Some day we aim to touch the stars,
Become the cosmic heroes of our dreams
On the soaring mound of lies
We’ve heaped beneath us.
Only the fresh smell of water
Grows fainter by the hour.
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