When life is about nothing more than self-determination and freedom of movement, we are reduced to competitors, with no basis for mutual trust, seeking to secure ever more territory. While our souls wither, we push each other off the map!
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The gentlest of souls has died
He will, I trust, be less confused
by his companions.
Their gentleness will match his own.
I’d so rather write reassurance
But where God’s the well
deep enough
to let my soul run its course
and net me plummeting
still
A mutual sifting
Through what passes the traveling soul,
and what through it on its way?
His little itch
Someone with his key has
tagged my window – scratch
scratch his little itch – so
I see him and not
the water the school the wood –
see his soul stretched. Yes,
I see and am with him, I am
in him now and go with him.
I go with him all around.
The soul’s dishevelment
“Why were you hiding?”
No, please thank you, I was not hiding
but biding
time
while the garden grew regardless
