NOT EVERYTHING
"Not everything revolves around me"
I keep telling that to myself. The Internal monologue that seems perpetual, but there's no practice.
Nothing not even love revolves around itself, except maybe for the stars.
And She waits patiently for me,
To swallow me, if only She'd recognise herself in me.
You need to be the earth everyone walks upon.
Easier said than done.
Yes, I sometimes wish I could dissolve into matter or dust,
And just be scattered like grains of ashes all over anywhere.
But that would be too easy an escape.
I don't want to dissolve into the non-being.
I am already a part of nature, that's where I'd rather be. Aware that I am a part of the world,
of something profoundly bigger and wiser than me.
I keep telling that to myself. The Internal monologue that seems perpetual, but there's no practice.
Nothing not even love revolves around itself, except maybe for the stars.
And She waits patiently for me,
To swallow me, if only She'd recognise herself in me.
You need to be the earth everyone walks upon.
Easier said than done.
Yes, I sometimes wish I could dissolve into matter or dust,
And just be scattered like grains of ashes all over anywhere.
But that would be too easy an escape.
I don't want to dissolve into the non-being.
I am already a part of nature, that's where I'd rather be. Aware that I am a part of the world,
of something profoundly bigger and wiser than me.
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