On Being Human

This being human is a messy game
The rules that seem obvious and safe
may change at a moment’s notice
I am required to protect and nourish my body
Get sucked in to the most often useless chatter of my mind
Withstand the barrage of emotions I am oblivious to the origin of
And feel disconnected from a soul I can’t comprehend the nature of
This being human is a beautiful game
I am invited to discover the yumminess of an innumerable amount of constantly shifting sensations
I play hide and seek with the truth of who I am
I’m gifted a tiny piece of the earth in the shape of a unique body
That gives me the capacity to experience
I am a channel through which all that is – from emotions to energy to toxins – can flow
This being human is a confusing game
Although I am all that is, I frequently seek another to fulfill me
Dualities are steeped in every aspect of life
Yet I perceive the unity of all things on some level
My terrenal tribe says one thing while my inner voice tugs in a different direction
I understand that I am part of nature
yet it feels harsh & unforgiving
while simultaneously calling me back to the wild
Indeed this being human is a game
that I choose to participate in every day…