It's curious
how hide & seek is a constant game.
The more I find that which was once hidden
Was in & out for any to see
The more fun I see this game can be.

Though I enjoy the changes & what I learn,
Though I delight in the delight of others,
Though I live to be of service & pleasure,
In truth, I live to live.

I wonder why Maya, the illusion,
Is viewed by many as a thing to escape.
Maybe I've missed their idea of its incentive,
The Release while alive.
For my broken heart has healed
In more ways than one, and

Beyond my mind's idea of human capacity.
Inside & outside, the idealism knows
No bounds for my soul, and,
For this reason,
My life is here to be lived, and
I'll melt during it
and when I die.

10/14/12