Revert
Life is this deep pain, call it what you will:
stillness, depth, love – a bullhorn force –
momentarily displaced by ticker-tape rubbish:
bits and pieces: moving, doing, walking,
bits that present themselves as a boxed unit
with a decipherable label on, bits which
hang over and obscure the immovable field.
People, other people then: we say this
and that to proceed, manoeuvring
ourselves into what we see as tight spaces,
how clever I am, me, touched with that
sticky self-conscious pride that I am coping, making,
ticking off check-boxes.
And then the things that make you
feel good, you did them, and the things that bad,
same pathos. Still you snap back into place.
You live, ache, maybe even physically,
but the point is that you come back to
the same window, same launch pad – the point of
extension and moveless motion. There is
no change, just a reversion to whole.



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This is beautiful expression of pathos dear Simon 🤍.