In school, restlessly sitting in our chairs wondering why?
Do they never talk about what it’s like to be us?
I mean, on the playground at recess
Purposely tripped, we fall.
Bullied for the third day

What part of this curriculum teaches, the art of being alone
with ourselves?

With every event all these thoughts
and feelings coming at us!

All of us have this inner awkwardness
Never quite at ease
Never far from the outside story
that never matches
the inside story

Ignorance a deep not knowing
Resting on a bed of facts
Wisdom comes from tending
the interior garden
Endless inquires of our inside
seen through the eyes of a lifetime
The world gets more mysterious
as we tend to it
Solitude and questions become
a foundation for living differently
Take the words you hear lightly
You are destine never to become
the C.E.O. of even your life
Watch your mind flutter with chaos
Have the faith to doubt
Responding not reacting
to your one and only life
Empty of outcomes
Present to possibilities

In school, restlessly sitting in our chairs wondering why?
Do they never talk about what
it’s like inside of us?
The art of being alone with ourselves depends upon
Our own deeply earned truths!