everyman a teacher.
each life offers the lesson
of the temporary nature
of all things.
we speak of truths
that we benefit from
selflessness itself
an act of
selfishness.
split into binaries,
we fall in
and out
of circles of understanding
we will never
ourselves
experience.
maybe for the best.
maybe rationalization.
we hold on
to our own sense
of power.
i have this vision of myself
since the night
she described the feeling.
i stand on a green grassy field,
hundreds of wooden spikes
randomly scattered scattered all around me.
large satin ribbons tied the end of each.
the pull towards one point,
where my arms spread out holding the other ends.
i see another spike in front of me,
but if i reach for it, i'll lose three others.
i reached for it
a vision without substance.