A man must answer
to himself,
do what he must
for himself,
anything beyond that
is a service
to others.
A man must know
his own dust
to know the ground
he walks upon.
He must breathe
the grit of soul
that moves within,
exhale
powdery residue
from inflated chest,
taste
sweet earthy essence of pleasure,
smell
acrid scent of desire.
A man
must first see
with his feet,
his every imprint
of passing moments,
before Heart’s eyes
open closed eyelids
to the wonders of worlds
beyond his vision inward.
When a man sees another
begging for sustenance,
passes him by
with glazed glance,
then his dust
makes him blind and deaf
to Heart’s gentle beats.
Eyes
turned forever inwards
becomes
an empty knowing,
barren as an empty seed,
a husk
left
to the whims
of one’s own wind,
a path that leads
to maddening consternation
and not an illuminating constellation.
Step
by
step,
beat
by
beat……
…….one can only hope
that Heart’s knowing
becomes
a man’s knowing,
and his outer steps
in rhythm
with his inner.
