You can hear the cries of the newborn, first
moments on the planet, in anguish
tried of it already, but
you’ll hear the babe quiet down, peaceful
the moment the unbounded love of the mother is felt, warmth
from companionship, yet
we are cold to others, forgetting
the first lesson ever taught to us.
Watch the school children racing back and forth, each
step making them just a little older, little wiser, little more mature, blossom
in front of your eyes,
the little ones grown overnight, watered
by your thoughts, ideas and opinion, both
positive and negative, beware then of what you believe in, otherwise
your seed may turn rotten, never
growing, only folding at the center as it grows older, head
bowed towards the ground, towards hell, the head
you filled with yourself, yet
we are quick to blame the seed, without
reflecting upon our own mistakes.
Life is cyclical if one is aware,
pay attention to your surroundings and all is revealed, those
who are observant need not participate in the dance, others
are stuck, going round and round,
angered by the unexpected,
shocked by the unimagined,
saddened by the roll of dice,
yet you blame fortune for your sorrows, are
you blind? are you deaf? did you not see your sorrows in others? Hear their pain?
Did you not see the hearse go by before?
Is this your first funeral?
why should you be spared when everyone else has suffered?
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