I think maybe notPosted: November 20, 2013
When weather is grey and heavy
And evenings close in
Stealing light and distance
It is easy to become
Disenchanted with this life that I have
With the body and mind that I have
With what I think I have
It is easy to want it all to end
To be released from
These seemingly relentless cycles of self-perpetuating perception
Of who and what and where I feel I am
To stand outside of this trapped-ness
It is difficult to know which way to turn
What actual movements to make
Without hurting one or other or both
Within this shifting world of conscience-ness
What defines my heart
From where this head seeks wisdom?
What determines and empowers
such obviously complex but utterly specific notions?
Is it science
Or all that reveals?
Or should I just become according to my joy
In relation to this ongoing climatic change
That reaches out beyond any sense of right and wrong
To catalyze a step-by-step survival guide?
So does the deer reflect,
Does the bear neglect,
Does the earth select
I think maybe not.
© P Ward 2013