How do you know you’re living your best life, when at your best you still feel hollow?
What am I supposed to be doing, when Doing is the antagonist of my Being?
Who am I supposed to BE,
when what I DO is more important than who I AM?
How can I tell you the way I really feel, when words are so clumsy and shallow?
Why do the clouds' imperfections astound you, but my own make me worthless?
If I died and came back as you, could I look myself in the mirror?
If you died and came back as me, would you have the strength to go through what you put me through?
If life is a game, I’m not having much fun at all.
If death is a maze, I hope to always be lost.

A
cannot

become
B

one who shoots
at 2 targets
splits his eye
in half

many women do yoga.
many men do ***.

women prefer,
ah, never mind,
you know how that ends!

No?

If we draw a
Venn diagram,
one circle, yoga,
the other, ***,

in the middle,  
overlapping sector,
is the
Venn Zen Intersextion

Funny how we find --
Its like we bury treasure
And "X" in our mind

Was the seed in strife?
From pain did it then emerge?
It must lament death...

The cultivator
Was he then the seeds savior?!
Assurance of life

What conditioning!
For mere service to the God
Stripped when fruit was ripe

...Seed sows sorrow now
Bound to the cultivator
Eternal truth found

In strife it may be
But at least then it lived free
When some death seemed bound

And essential

As a pandemic spreads across the globe,
we realize more and more
about ourselves
which we once did not know.
Extroverts transform into introverts,
introverts into extroverts,
finally, a revolution for the mind,
an extraordinary, cosmic show
of divine and unprecedented kindness.
Externally and internally
we will continue to grow.