What of Us?

What of Us?

Frustration. An inevitable result of we who are attached to the world.

I see the vastness and profundity of my endless flaws and yet

   where are my peers? Perhaps they just remain silent. Wise.

What is it that I want? Just for the magick to flow I suppose.

There is just not enough time to hide behind every word. To be hurt.

To hold grudges. To give up. But then again you have got to stick

   to your principles and be relatively consistent. Perhaps if I piss

   you off you will wake up. Whatever it takes. Give me a point of

   entry and I am in. Like it or not for now. How to properly care

   for others is not so easily learned.

Its like a long race. Sometimes we are winning sometimes losing.

I guess I want to hear your voices and pick out the ones I like.

Selfish of me to seek preference but only some are able to receive.

As if I have something to impart but perhaps I do.

I do not yet know. I may never know.

I just know there is momentum and I am trying to sort out

   its potential usefulness. Assembling humans is difficult

   without charisma. So many chance encounters and misses.

Sangha suggests support and the comparing of experiences.

Community is a strange phenomenon

My mind sees a more integrated flow of world beings

   somewhere in the distance of possibility

Such waste as is now hurts a little

Always at the ready to spark a song and a dance

Engagement  Sharing   Flow   Comparing   Go