The doves are calling each other
and they’re also calling you,
back to the present moment.
You feel the urge to write
which usually means
something needs attention.
You know that feeling,
the one just out of reach,
the one you try to outrun
but never can.
You shift in your chair
and wonder if even that
is a way of avoiding
uncomfortable feelings.
You all do it.
Reach for a biscuit or the TV remote,
pick up a book,turn on some music,crack knuckles,scratch things that don’t need scratching,find a pen or a keyboard.
Anything other than facing the truth.
That your bodies are human and fragile.
That your bodies feel like shit sometimes.
That your bodies are at the mercy of your egos.
That your bodies are insignificant,
imperfect, impermanent.
You are .
Not flesh and blood.
Not skin and bones.
Only the space between the solids.
There is no tangible you.
Existing only in your mind and the minds of others.
And there you have it.
Now it’s time to just stop everything,
to sit still with the uncomfortable.
It won’t kill you.
It can’t kill you.
You don’t exist.
You are the space between the solids.
You brought up some amazing points in this. We are aĺ human, doing human things. Even our avoidance we are slightly similar. Like this poem very much.
Thanks Fia….
hello dearest Benny I wonder if we don’t manifest in more than one place…I like occupying a body but it is uncomfortable but it allows so much for us to interact with each other enjoy our surroundings and eat…someday our souls may return to spirit I don’t know this is deep 💕
When we can finally let go of everything, including our ego, then we will be free.
Unfortunately, that usually requires the death of our body or a life time of training the mind…..lol
I like how you make me think, even if sometimes I want to ring your neck for it, lol.