How to finally grow
up. Solutions come
from direct action. Try giving
inward, try
giving up the violence of
patriarchy. Do we act
out sexually, can we be
alone? How does this affect
a spiritual life? Are we addicted
to anything? Now we really start
to rationalize and explain. But all addictions
mask
true
feelings
and change the way we deal
with ourselves and others.
The sun is warm. I learn
to think clearly. What isn't growing is dying. The mind is not as capable as it pretends
to be, of producing trustworthy
knowledge. The goal of life is not
happiness but meaning. The warm sun
nourishes as it burns. Wholeness
may only be experienced in fragments. Life
Is ragged and the truth is
raggedy. So here I am,
in the mysterious now, my history
receding, my future rushing toward
me like the next moon. There is room
in me for a larger
life/the journey
in solitude, the life I choose
is my own.