Taking Responsibility for It All: A Poem
In the mini-library of my mind
on top of a very loaded shelf
there is a label not very kind:
"Why Do You do It to Yourself?"
Every single book below it
honoring the mocking label
exposing ego just to blow it
and to make emotions stable.
All life is just a state of mind
each being of our own make
so whatever goodness we can't find
is but solely our own mistake.
We are the only cause and source
and measure of whatever appears real
with no pose of pride or remorse
to either explain it or to conceal.
Why do we torment ourselves so much
as no one else produces our feelings
our minds being far beyond anybody's touch
in all interactions and all our dealings.