Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Cosmic Disillusionment

Why is it that I can feel heat and cold but not the perfect temperature?

I can feel stuffed and starving but not fed?  Feast and famine but not the simple meal?

I feel strength and weakness but ignore my daily health.

I dread loneliness and crave romantic intoxication but do nothing with love's existence.


If only I could consider what is, the endless gratitude that would ensue, rather than what is not.

For if that which is not, was, even then it would not be considered.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© June 2015

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