i do not see those around me hungry for the truth

their stomachs are empty

but i know their hearts are not

they do not feel their hunger

but there will come a day

where they will feel the pain all at once

hear it from one loud roar

recognize it from one occurrence

seeing an event unfold

their lives unfold

and they will beg to be fed

and trust me

they will not starve

their hunger will be satiated

filled with truth

and emptied of reliance

but

until the ego’s demise

the curious child inside will go hungry

and not ask

because they do not know what it is to be fed

 

just some food for thought – g.c.

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There is a tight fist forming in my chest. I wish to retreat to my shell. Curl up and disappear. Thoughts pound their way through my head. I wish to rip them out, but all I can get within my clutch is my hair. Something impermanent that can be shed. I wish memories were the same. But we must deal. We must.. heal. I don’t know where to start. I don’t want self pity. All you have to do is start..right? Fuck. I have to try. Because, I’ve tasted the sweetness of life. Felt prana fill up my lungs and a breath slip from my lips along with all my worries. Trust. That is all I need to do. I will always return to who I truly am. There is no finding myself. I already am. Deep within me there is a knowing.