Taking Responsibility for It All: A Poem
In the mini-library of my mind
at the very top of loaded shelf
there is this 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
making mind calm and stable.
All our life is simply a state of mind
exclusively being of our own make
so whatever goodies we fail to find
it's only a result of our own mistake.
We are the only cause and source
measure of all that appears real
with no pride and no remorse
able to replace it or conceal.
Why do we bother ourselves so much
for no one else produces our feelings
our will is far beyond anyone's touch
in all interactions and in all dealings.
Comments
AUTHORLouise---Receiving praises from you automatically makes me think how in some way we are poetically on the same page, maybe even with our worldviews---and that makes me enjoy them even more. It feels good that somebody there, thousands of miles away, sees things like you.
So, thank you, Louise, for being you. - Val.
Your poems are always inspiring to read. Thankyou.
