The world I live in
A strange place
Of every possibility
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
I do not notice the darkness
In the blink of an eye
Until I turn my attention to it
I cannot know the depth of my being
Until I still the mental chatter
Distracting me from its presence
Evil is, so often
A quality of the namer
Rather than the named
With filters
Adding colours
With thinking
Adding meanings
Until the world I see
Looks nothing like
The world which is
The heat’s too hot
The cold’s too cool
No middle ground
To stand on
I choose one side
Or straddle both
The conflict
Still conflicted
Though I may have to fly
Rather than drive
I may have to walk
Rather than bicycle
When it fails to surprise
I discover, soon enough
I have not been looking
Deeply enough, long enough
My eyes, they cannot see
The fine details
In just a narrow band
Of frequencies