Drop the story.
Drop any boredom you might harbor,
like life isn’t quite good enough for you.
Reach into the construct of your identity, and sift through the nuts and bolts.
Give a loving glance to all this stuff
as your hand grazes the inner-you, the one you can’t separate yourself from
even try as you might.
Would you hold these things, these constructs
and drop them in the Ocean like taking a bath?
You will still be you, but you might feel and act in a different way.
You might see things in a way you didn’t know was possible.
The “seeing” will happen all throughout the body, not just the eyes!
Maybe you’ll weep, like I do
when the whole Universe is revealed through a single photograph
Forgiving ourselves for forgetting
the sublime honor
of having a heart.