Ego Eats all Else

A poem on blindness

Ego Eats all Else

The side of the hill breathes
  you can watch all of the life dance together like
  it's been orchestrated
  expanding and retracting
  not in our 1, 2, 3, 4 system
               but to their own ancient rhythm 
  they have rules to their game 
  their own rules—their own game
we are blind to to the rhythm, the rules, the game
we just simply exist inside
we just simply are.
 
How dare we let our egos grow more powerful than 
  the nature of all that already is
  how can we assume ourselves larger than 
  what we are unable to see ?
  we exist within it all,
               while we are asking what else
  the else is here
  we've only become too distracted—too bored 
to see
to understand 
to experience. 

My poem on memory is here.

My poems on delicacy are here. My poems on pain are here.