A Man looks in the Mirror

You are so weak. Give up to grace.

The ocean takes care of each wave

till it gets to shore.

You need more help than you know.

You’re trying to live your life in open scaffolding.

Say Bismillah, In the name of God,

as the priest does with a knife when he offers an animal.

Bismillah your old self

to find your real name.

- Rumi, ‘ Bismillah ’

A Man looks in the Mirror

What does he see?

Who is this Person?

Who is this me?

Whose is this Fragile Heart that bleeds?

Maybe he is Jaded

maybe he’s been led aStray

but Change is Difficult

What is the Cost of it?

He’s built up a Structured World around him

What if it All came tumbling downwards?

It’s not like there is SomeOne to catch him

if taking a Chance leads to Humiliation

Here he is at Life’s Weigh Station

waiting for a Sign from All Creation

Down which Path lies his Liberation?

The Means to alleviate his Xasperation?

What about his Desperation?

His Fruitless Feelings of Frustration?

There’s gotta be SomeThing Better than Annihilation

SomeThing Better than Chronic depression

Now he thinks

Yeah, so what?

That's not so Bad

EveryBody's got that

EveryBody's got Problems

That’s why we All take Xanax and Adderall and Lithium and Prozac and Seroquel

and drink too Much

or party All Night with Dangerous Drugs

or drown ourSelves in Religions

You tell me

can he see

Once he pops his Medications

and closes the Mirror Door

that it’s Fucked up

that while he stares into the subUrban Purgatory

of his Life

A Million People are driving to Death


A Million People are starving to Death

A Million People are shopping to Death

A Million People are bleeding to Death

 He lives in a Culture of Daily oppression

he copes with through inTernal repression

He works himSelf to the Point of Xhaustion

Most of the Profit going to his Bosses

He lives in a World that’s Totally unFair

so how can he act like he doesn't care?

He just can’t see

Any Other Way

He's just Never been

Any Other Way

He's just Never lived

Any Other Way

Yeah Intellectually

he can see

that he's got enDurance

and he Really ought to use it

to fight the System

that controls him

and cajoles him

and bores him

and depletes him

and yet a Part of him would still rather fit in

a Part of him thinks what he’s got is Good

or at Least a Liveable Situation

with his Decent Job

and his Education

AnOther knows that's Total BullShit

He’s taking the Path of Least reSistance

even if it gives him the imPression

that his Life is Utterly Meaningless

but for the Small Bits of Happiness

he ekes out

between the Hours and Hours of Drudgery

for Money

it's Crummy

You know what?

It Fucking sucks

That’s it

Fuck this

He wants More than to xist

He will fight the System

He will break the Pattern

He will escape the Prison

of the Daily Grind

to live among a People

of a Mind

Never to answer to AnyThing or AnyOne but Passion

Never to toe the Line

The Speakers of Truth unite

that they might change the World over Night

He is going to give up his Structured Life

so that EveryBody knows

he Clearly chose

to leave a World that was Closed

to the Truly unRuly Possibilities of Life


Life is Spontaneous and Free

so too

is he




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