Rules

Different rules in every mind.

Each crossing different lines that they deem acceptable exceptions,

Then getting angry when others

Do their own thing.

Always someone going faster,

Always someone going slower.

So many minds with so many thoughts on how it should be,

Arguing over who is right and who is kinder.

(if we could only hear ourselves arguing over who is kinder )

If we could only see ourselves puffing out our chests believing we have won.

This is not a game,

(Sometimes it feels like it has turned into one big game).

Who is smarter, who has it harder.

Everyone telling,

Very few listening,

Truly listening.

Many clamoring knowing

A little piece about so much.

An

Unawareness spread out into little bits.

A couple thoughts on this and that

Knowing nothing about nothing.

Anger rising without sense.

Few just let it be and see.

Few

Are comfortable enough with this journey to

Observe and listen

And Be.

There is always more to learn,

In turn becoming quieter.

Listen.

Cocoon

Seems she has been in her cocoon
For some time now.
Lingering
There,
In between.
Wings damp
Eyes wide open
Wondering if maybe she took too long,
For she has always been one to fall behind.
Following her heart in haste
Leaving her mind reeling;
Confused by the games.

(She thinks she was sleeping while they read the rules)
She had immersed herself in
Her own
Ethereal
Delicious love
Only to find herself alone
Upon
Emerging from the healing.
She will rise up through
The air
Now.
She is aware
Ceilings, walls

And floors
Are imaginary.