Siting on the curb, head in hands
Everything he owns
In a shopping cart
He pushes across the lands

Despair and hopelessness lay at his feet
He looks capable but of himself, is helpless
Does his dog have water?
Have they anything to eat?

His derelicts can no longer be concealed
He is left a spectacle to all passers by
He lives a procession of downfalls
How far down the scale he has gone!

Perpetually hungry, always tired and often sick
Sleeps nowhere, really
Eats nowhere, really
There is no prospect for a shower.  Really!

Someone hands him a water bottle or maybe a dollar bill
From this gesture from the stranger
He becomes equally grateful
As he is ashamed

Deprived of a sense of belonging within a community
Rather, he is harassed by others living on the streets
He does not have a family, and
Is incapable of acquiring and maintaining lasting friendships

Absolutely alone
Truly suffering
Was it his choices or was it circumstance?
Because he suffers, the whole of humanity suffers

We are the one (1) in the middle, between two pillars.
The pillars are Life and Death.
These outer pillars are the opposite doorways - always
on either side of us.
Each doorway is its own portal.
Portals to new dimensions.
Angelic realms and places of higher consciousness.
The Eternal Flame Within.

Hated them all when I left that day
The work I do provides little hope

They are only thought forms
And I don’t care for any of them

They cause so much pain
Have no feelings for them at all

I resist the ‘what is’ and
The suffering becomes all mine

I try so hard, and then there comes the …

… the messed-up, scary pain
     and upside down-ness

… the schism
… the chasm
… the fissure

Lost and unattached, forced into
The bleak brain matter of PAIN