Everyone's a seeker with their backs against the wall
so happy to have anybody care for them at all.
Everything is sweet and fun and filled with joyous tears
as new thoughts are inspiring and depression disappears.
A little further down the road they act like something's wrong.
"My feet are getting tired and this path's so goddamn long!"
But kicking and then screaming and then cursing always starts
the moment that you share beyond proprietary hearts.
"Where did my attention go?" they'll say most urgently.
"Don't ever share with anyone what should belong to me!"
You beckon them from up the path incite them to move on.
But if you stop holding their hand you'll find they'll soon be gone.
So keep on walking up the path till night eclipses day
just knowing what is happening with those who ran away,
complaining to the rabble of the pains seeking imparts
on unsuspecting innocent proprietary hearts.
Author notes
Everybody wants to be spiritual when their life is in the toilet. The minute they feel they are out, they are suddenly experts and want to tell how well they understand and that the true seekers are idiots who endure unnecessary hardships and cause pain to all around them. In other words, give a man a fish and he'll be fed for a day, teach him to fish and he will know he doesn't want to be a fisherman because it is a lot of damn work.
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