There is a burning thought that cuts through my brain and won't let me ignore the reality of it that breaks through my wanting of the unimportant ... a true story from last week:

At a shelter for those that are experiencing homelessness. I am handing out clothes and shoes. I do this for selfish reasons.  The joy of giving, filling my empty spaces. Giving is a selfish act when it feels so good.

The point of this ramble is....

I overheard two men who picked out shoes and shirts and returned to eating their lunch in the corner. One said to the other, " This is great, this shows you sometimes things just work out right."

My soul rested.

We are selfish
Why?
Well,
Because we think this world is ours.
It is ours to run
It is ours to cherish
It is ours to ruin
Why?
Because we think that flowers are beautiful
We pick them, we pluck them
As if they bloom for us
Why?
Because we think birdsong is charming
We imitate it
We sell it, we listen to it
As if they sing for us
Well we are selfish
I am selfish
You are selfish
Don't deny it
We are all selfish
We are all human
We are all the same

you know i'm a selfish *****
i want it all
i want it endless
tooth & gone
'til i'm breathless

They give you more love than me
because they know you need the encouragement
and I'm fine all alone.

Selfish needs
holding on
to old words
What could they ever mean now

Selfish deeds
to justify staying the night
by your side
What more could become of this

Selfish love
I am to blame