Human beings are the only species who can refuse
To be themselves.
So our journeys are to that end.
To lay down our refusal and become the life,
Our true nature,
That wants only to bring us alive
Not to cram us into the suffering confinements of being—
Being—someone else’s ideal
Being—less than our genuine
Of hydroplaning on the surface of our own lives
Avoiding immersion into the only purpose that can ever exhilarate us
The sheer delight in our own Being
Of Life Itself
And the Awe of its numinous generosity to others.