She sleeps in beauty:
I have a bitter attraction that feels without
and will not respond to my advances,
even when I satisfy her;
I expect acceptance
whenever I want it.
The truth is that she is
asleep, and I will join her eventually.
Most of the time, I am
awake, conscious,
neglecting nothing that passes before me,
no plant, animal, thought or expression.
Why is it that we are so
afraid of being alone, as though
our lives were not ours
and we are judged and
supplied with the teensy bit of
satisfaction we deserve.
See what life
brings, not what sleep can avoid
out of the pitiful day. When
we finish, we start
again on whatever project we
forgot about.
Peace is what we seek, but
we don't know what it looks like,
confusing it with ennui-
boredom of the gods-
and continuously moving to a place
we may or may not desire.
And when, at the end of the day,
you find that you are no
nearer to where you wanted than before,
know that it is your own doing.
Take a rest;
don't go to sleep.
