How few of us
know the answers, to the few questions
we ask, in this life.
It can take a life-time
to get the answer to one important question
like, “Who am I?”
and then, you can never be sure
you didn’t invent the question, or invent the answer.
I met a sad, disappointed, man
with parted hair, a t-shirt tucked in
to polo shorts, held-up, by a shiny belt.
His children do not believe the way he believes
His library is full of his beliefs, confirmed by others, who believe him
they all agree, the other beliefs, are wrong.
I am not at war, but there are those who would say I am in rebellion
If you can ask, anyone, one Original question
you are a threat
whether, in politics, religion, culture, or any domain where the human needs to be right
and is convinced, he is right.
The human is dangerous, because he feels his way, into everything
like a naked man, lost in the dark, looking for the light-switch
after the power goes out.
A man trusts his feelings, in so far, as he has been told it’s okay
I am surprised, by the surprising lack of insight
in the men I know
they are so convinced, they are right
and when they look into a woman, they are terrified, by what they find
tortured by inconsistencies and incongruities
“I love you, for you,” she says.
“What does it mean when my girlfriend says that I don’t need to get a better job?” My friend asks.
“I think it means, she loves you, for you.”
“No. No. It’s controlling behavior,” my friend says. “Now, I have to put her in line and make sure that she follows my lead.”
We look into others, and see ourselves, without knowing it
and we are terrified by what we find
There are many women I thought I loved, in the moment
and I believed I could love them, for a lifetime
but they did not love me
and now they are only a distant memory
and my feelings don’t long for them
the way they felt, a long time ago.
I know this man, 70 pounds overweight
70 years old
and convinced he will die, any day
but he hasn’t, and he has been convinced
since I’ve known him
and he visits the grave of a woman he loved 30 years ago
and she didn’t love him back
and he hasn’t gotten better with age
white whiskers clinging to his many chins
but he still feels, for the woman he loved
this world refuses to love itself
people think they love
but it’s something else
If you ever get a chance to look inside yourself
you will probably need God
the answers to the questions we think we know
are not any more foolish
than the faith we possess
the changes in ourselves, allow us, to see the changes in others
and to genuinely see another person
that is the big mystery
If we see others, without seeing them
and they see us, without seeing us
What are we looking at?