there’s always three

the object,

the observer,

and the inbetween.

the middle bit,

the space magic,

the stars that can’t be seen.

james web is fascinating,

the furthest we’ve seen,

but there’s so much more,

beyond our eyes cry,

the endlessness of why.

how did it happen?

how was it created?

why did they do it?

what’s their intended?

“..the creator cannot be questioned..”

why would they be bothered?

“..like an ant asking why the human stepped on their sister..”

ignorance of the truth,

ignorance of the wisdom,

ignorance of the knowing,

ignorance of never forgetting.

never forgetting the desire,

for more stuff for the pyre,

the results of all endeavours,

in this endless cycle of samsara.

cycles in cycles,

suffering with no end,

round in circles,

always repeating the same mistakes,

without rest.

seek the teachers,

seek the carers,

“..seek the meek..”

if you like.

search for kindness,

search for compassion,

seek the humble,

“..seek the passion?.”

the passion for the truth,

“..can’t handle the truth!.”

maybe play the fool?

I can do this,

I learnt it at school.

indoctrination by society,

to be gentle and kind,

“..not all dirty and slimed..”

converse with the idiot,

maybe not miscreants?

be kind, be compassionate.

learn this wisdom,

make it habit,

make it tradition.

a great people are born

of kind deeds

they have sown.

be great,

be proud,

be dignified

in the crowd.

“..forced to patriot..”

“..swear allegiance to an idiot!.”

“..the failed rich boy..”

“..asking for reassurance?.”

let’s steer clear of the rich,

they’re madder all year.

but if the rich happen to glitch,

maybe actually trickledown,

their economics itch.

maybe we’ll want statues?

great people who helped everyone,

no selfish rules breaking down

into bedlam.

great people who shared all,

no matter how small.

great people who feared none,

“..they know what they’ve done..”

been better than themselves,

the greatest humbler of them all,

to know that their future

won’t thank a miscall.

change it,

it’s our mind,

and to sound like a cliché,

always be kind.

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