Finding
©August 25th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
It’s a balance
But the tilt of it,
And the back and forth of it
Is tedious.
It’s easy to wish to be done.
But a little thought presses
A finger on the middle of the scale:
Why wish to be done when
There’s so much left to do?
Forget about feelings – the ego
Is a tedious burden.
There’s a lot outside one’s self –
Just look!
See the purpose of all creatures
Walking, or flying, or scurrying, or creeping.
So much life and death there,
Who cares about wounded feelings
When there are other wounds more pressing,
Like the loss of nest, or home,
Or parents, or children,
Or food, or warmth,
Or air, and water and soil, and trees,
An entire planet?
So, stop with the wounded feelings,
And forgive all slights, intended or not,
People are knots within knots,
Let them untie themselves,
Disentangle your own,
And go observe a tree
Simply living,
Simply breathing,
Simply growing,
A place of shelter,
A place of calm roots.
Find yours.
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