Whenever I encounter another human being, I want to come away knowing myself better than I did before. This is my life's task, after all -- to discover who I am.
Maybe this is automatic. Maybe I don't have to try to draw an insight out of every human contact. Maybe it happens every time two or more of us come together, regardless of the circumstances.
We meet ourselves in one another.
Self[ish]
ReplyDeleteBurning paper money
Over my family graves
Lighting a candle
In the window for
The lost and still
Wandering
It is not myself
I seek in others
But a way to atone
For being myself
When I ought to be
Paying attention
To what they believe
They can see
“We used to dream together
Now I dream alone”
[Disposable Poem October 17, 2009]
Dr. Mike