When nothing is significant - yet.
When the world is not your
Applauding stage.
When there are projects being
Marinated, but the seeds have not yet
Sprouted, and there has barely been
Any rain. A drought, of luck, of
Good fortune and that thrill
To be appreciated, adored, liked
And followed, subscribed.
To be a multi-millionaire,
Overnight -
If it’s possible
To see such earnings
To have that abundance
The energies of endless monies.
That motherlode the Universe
Has been promising would
Soon and fairly arrive.
…
To know that this causation
Your words, your Spirit,
Your mind
In all its authentic creativity
Will somehow be accepted,
It will hit a nerve with others
Yearning and waiting for the
Truth to be reflected
Right back at them.
…
Who are the lucky ones?
Who are the caged?
With all the highs, there soon, too
Will be lows. A balance of
Some sort, a Shadow within the
Light.
With all the many hours of
Success and applause, there too,
Must be, equally -
Hours of darkness, depression,
A feeling of being low. Not good
Enough, not attractive enough.
Not enough. To be so low
To know how to come back
Up. To sustain from the pain.
To carry others on our backs
So that they too, can know and learn
How to thrive in the midst
Of the uncaring, unjust, undeserving.
…
Comparing and contrasting
It will only bring more misery.
Analyse and evaluate for success
For an other, a differentiation.
Point of difference.
We are “not like them” - we’re better.
Somehow, in some way. Just to
Feel good enough.



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