tuttysan © 2011
You’re one of those
who folds their socks but don’t make your bed
who wears a cross but chants Om
who is pro-life but believes in choice
I’m one of those
who talks too much but prefers silence
who cares too much but sometimes not enough
who has a home but don’t feel at home
who feels a void I don’t avoid
Measuring tape won’t do me any good
See that box? Don’t try to fit me in it
None of your labels will spell out my name
as none of mine can spell out yours
You’re one of those
who wears a rock and hugs a tree
who flies with the birds and bathes with the pigs
who cleans up well but not always cleans up
who is courageous and cowardly
selfish but giving
I am one
who refuses to be jailed
by names, descriptions, boxes or borders
Who stares into the illusions of life
and refuses to be fooled
by the suffering of this realm
who doesn’t care to join
the rat race to nowhere
You’re one of those
who has taken life too seriously
and sometimes not seriously enough
You’re happiest
acknowledging this is illusion
a fleeting dream
Save your judgement
for things you can describe
use your breath
for a deep inhale
cool a cup of tea
wear your own cross
and share my Om
simply, indescribably
By tuttysan © 2011
