the day the neurosis became a puzzle piece enlightened
the driving force fueling
that endless thirst for love and acceptance
lost its power
Do I wish it was still a darkly felted mystery
velvety with desires unfulfilled
and so years later
the clarity of the single track
long ago demolished
ambition and clarity are no longer mine to own
and so I wander
wondering what is my purpose
is it to weigh the foggy treasures of my heart
to simply live
without qualifications, achievements, celebrity
is awareness enough
to make a life worthwhile
is a person, however unique
if never seen, noticed, loved?
Who knows how the soul moves and is moved?
Do I even know how much of an impact I have had?
How many insects or chickens have died under my tooth or sole?
How many trees have ceased to exist for my drawings?
How many smiles have soothed a lonely heart?
impact may be measured in ways not known to the human brain
in places we have never measured or wandered