Why do you look with so much anger?
What are you trying to prove?
What did I do?
What did my essence do?
What did my nature do?
You took me in at a glance and regurgitated.
I am told it’s because of the quirkiness which desires not to conform nor confuse.
But to just be in this universe of abursdity.
To thrive and love and soak in beauty.
To dwell at it’s well.
You judged what you know not.
I judged what I knew not.
I strived to be at peace but your essence pushed me away without the parting of your lips.
Why do we do this?
I strive to be at peace with this absurdity.
Not to be of it but while in it to be at peace.
What are we trying to prove?
What is your nation trying to prove?
Why is it much difficult to be than not to be?
When hypothetically or theoretically it would be just easier to be.
How can you be?
We tell everyone in this absurdity to be.
It is the best advise given.
Discovering and unfolding our being is a whole different dimension of grace.
We can’t be without grace.
Not in this absurdity
To be is beautiful.
Those who are, are beautiful.
They are liberated with a sense of deep joy.
They have it all.
They are at peace with it all.