It pushes and pulls
it tosses and twirls
it shapes and influences
it lifts and reduces.
Life is much the same
do we really have control
at best the remote
but not the power source.
Yet we pretend we are the wind
in control of it all
a force to be reckoned with
the director of our life.
And as director, how do we view our life?
As judge and jury
of separate and external
of a you, a me and a world.
Tell me, if this is not true.
My how we set the trap
of joyless joy
of seeking to nowhere
of love unreal found.
Is it not until we pull the trigger on our selves
the springs wound tight
the coil about to snap
that we realise…
That we are not two
not this or that
not what our mind convinced us of
but a seemless whole
without billions of directors
Rather simple, no?
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