My ego is not an animal
that needs feeding; the place
you can touch is my heart —
but please go gently,
with due respect.
You need only possess
a genuine concern
for the inner person,
fragile being not unlike yourself —
fellow traveler through
this brief burst in eternity.
You may keep your agendas,
images, projections;
I am overly weary of users
and artifice, and have no need
for hungry ghosts
whose desires appear bottomless.
I do not wish to increase
the volume of some
larger-than-life figure
you wish to impose
on a world already
overfull with blowhards,
attention-seekers,
spotlight-needers.
The circle is small
and can grow smaller
without my willing it so.
There is work
to be done in loving.
If you deny your own
quaking heart,
perhaps this deserves
attention.
There are many
desirous of the simplest
gestures of kindness;
find these ones,
seek them everywhere you go.
Then perhaps
we will have much to mull over
when next we meet.
Upolu Pt. ~ 2025 bj
💖
That’s an amazing sky. (K)
Omg, winter and springtime skies here are especially amazing! 🙏♥️
A beautiful quiet power runs through these lines —
a soul weary of masks, yet open to truth;
it is a reminder that gentleness is not weakness,
but the highest form of strength in a hungry world.
Aloha!
Shakti
Thanks, Shakti. It’s a strange thing to realize what lies underneath necessary masks in life. 🙏♥️