Is tricky Sometimes A slap In the face Is all you get For doing it Just right.
Loving humans is a job Like any other Only More Bumps On the way To work Which is full on All the time.
Loving humans Makes us Want To invite Ourselves to tea With rancid Dictators We think we Can convince Of our Story’s side While all They think About While We sit & dream Is how They can Get away With Poisoning Our tea.
And how If only they Had Enough tea Already Brewed They could Waterboard us To death With it.
Loving humans Means Writing poems & songs Novels & plays, slogans, chants & protest signs Our critics Want To stone Us for While We think of Them As people Under different Circumstances We might Be able To help.
There is Indeed A Buddha In Every one Of us Loving humans With all Our clear & Unmistakable Reluctance To evolve Makes this hard For most humans To see.
But not you.
❝Our wandering is meant to lead back toward ourselves. This is the paradox: we set out on adventures to gain deeper access to ourselves; we travel to transcend our own limitations. Travel should be an art through which our restlessness finds expression. We must bring back the idea of travel as a search.