Going Through the Motions and Resting in Potions

Going Through the Motions, and Resting in Potions

We are all so fallible, and some so blatantly gullible

  that it is hard to bear, hard not to tear them out of their dumbshitness
We are all so hopelessly conditioned, and some so clearly deficient
  that it is hard to care, hard not to scare them out of their numb-fitness.

I wonder and I wonder again why I am so invisible, so miserable, to other humans

Brahmamayabrahmamayabrahmamaya

Machine-gunfire peppers the cool autumn air

A bit of anxiety grips me but time rolls in and out of this and that

Optimism and security are illusory yet compelling

Searching for applied kindness opportunity and the building of community

Or so it seems as the one and the many tango in the big illusion of separateness
The lost finesse of bridging the gaps but the artist now naps with money
And the hive lacks honey.

We do what we do according to the cultural formulae

I wish I wish that depths could be plumbed and pains could numbed a bit
Just sit. Just so. That is All.

Easy and Difficult mingle in strange ways that baffle the sleepy aging mind

For better or worse we grow old and die
In sickness and in health we wander on as far as we can.
Why fret? why worry? Why regret? Why be sorry?
Just do as well as you can now.