They say what you think shall become
what is
shall become
you
in the future
the man again
(returns)
with no legs
and no hands
and yet
he’s reaching out
he’s asking

……..

if i could give everything away
could i help him
if i could shed myself of all my material wealth
give it
and take his place
would that somehow
make this world
better
or
not

wanting to find out

its so easy to forget
the trails already walked down
the lessons already learned
once before
to return to the same situation and see it still
in the same way
and continue to feel the same thing
when the man
without legs
and arms
is reaching out to me
for something
anything that i can spare and give
and its
difficult to eat
when i know he’s so close
outside the window of the store
and inside i feel
i should
not buy anything
unless
…

i used to feel guilty when i would think about what i had and how those who were begging for a meal and simply some clean water to drink would approach me and ask for me to give to them and now… now… i don’t feel guilty, but i still feel like giving it all away. leaving this place… walking barefoot with them through the streets and sitting on the corner waiting for someone kind enough to share a piece of their existence… existence…

w(o)(a)ndering

give everything away
if i could simply find the courage to take
all that i have on my possession and all that i have tucked and saved away
if i take it and gave it to
the children with no feet
the children with no parents
and still reaching
with no hands
and i gave to them
all that i was all that i am
and why, still
after all of these days and nights do i still feel
unworthy of being
the man i was born to be?

walking barefoot with them through the streets and sitting on the corner waiting for someone kind enough to share a piece of their existence… existence…

w(o)(a)ndering

if i embraced and used the material privilege given
to create a more balanced system
or would it be more honorable and effective to simply cast it away
and why, still
after all of these days and nights do i still feel
unworthy of embracing
all that you have spread before me

sustainer of energy
after all these days and nights
i still feel unworthy of holding your light
not strong enough
to let go of
all the weight
that keeps me from
walking without feet
flying without wings

w(o)(a)ndering

if i gave all that i am all that i was all that i ever desired to be (would manifest) what would be left where would we be in the middle of watching i have found searching in the middle of trying i have taken a break to breathe in the middle of laughing i had to take a moment to cry and remember that life… may never be perfect and all that we do may never correct all that is wrong in the middle of my saddness i saw the girl with no hands or feet, again, smile more profoundly than any whom the eyes resting on the face that my spirit is currently inhabiting have seen…. and then i wished i could be her, not to take her pain and sorrow… but to experience her

w(o)(a)nderment…

:::HwH:::