Be the mind in the act of finding
Not just what will suffice
But one that will be nice. Find the place
Without a script, the one that gives you
Something
With spontaneity, one that changes you
Into something else, one that transforms
Your present
For the better, and the past that must become merely
A souvenir. You must be someone that is
Living
Not just something else, one that learns the
Speech of the scenes around you
The men and women and children that you meet
Construct a home of this world
Like you are a flower at home in a garden
Have the delicate ears of
The sentiments, the sensationalist expressing
His emotions
As thought there are only two persons
In a very silent room,
Random emotions becoming one
Singing the songs of grief and bliss
In unison,
Have the dialogue of the metaphysician
Twanging with his tongue, uttering the words
Of righteousness,
Holistically,
A mind condescending
With a will to rise
Above this commonness,
Finding satisfaction
Where there is none
Gripping the slippery
Tails of hope
Like a hunk surfing on a stormy sea
Or a woman belly dancing through the night
Or a mother combing her daughter’s hair
Or the father teaching his son a skill,
Be what you are be what you can be
Find some more
Those that may satisfy you
The living
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