Hi everyone! I hope you are all well and buzzing with ideas, activity and good intent.
I wrote this not to anyone in particular, but I did write it as if embodying the role of a young adult and his role to tell his child of those also particularly true situations we face in life. It’s not quite as debilitating as saying, “Oh, the Easter bunny isn’t really real”, but more subtle, as anything worth saying like this should be. But it is also our conditioning of allowing the child to feel difficulty and suffering, towards their achievement and best ability that we are somewhat responsible for. These concerns are just as much our own as our children’s. I guess it’s a reminder, then, to not be so worried about the small and trivial things we let ourselves get disturbed by, or led astray.
And that’s really the basis for this piece. It has no other ramifications or establishments. It is my quick reflections on the troubles of growing up. Because we all have to grow up into larger people, but it doesn’t mean we have to lose our curiosity and wonder for the world around us and its people.
Difficult Simplicities
In the world you will stumble
Lose your balance and mumble
About how things are not simple
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Cruise the elementary storm
But awake to the dawn
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Feel safe and warm
Despite the troubles you’ve worn
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See all the things in your way
with boundless astray
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Walking round and not knowing
That these things you were seeking
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Were within your heart’s beating
From the moment you knew
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It was the right thing to do
It was more difficult to be done
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But suffering for our wishes, or hopes, or finding out
Is a matter of course, of perception, of knowing
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That the things you are seeking do not seek to harm you
But are merely there to confusingly remind you
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That you’re human all over
But mean much more to me
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In the way you are smiling
So much so you are crying
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Because I’m here for you too
And we’re going to see
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How far your strings hum
In the glorious sun
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Look at me, touch me, feel me as your own
Fall asleep in my curls above the boundless sky
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And we’ll dream, you and me,
And I’ll remind you again
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Of our trivial concerns,
Our difficult simplicities.
His Empty Space 