Forever 
I reach 
For the solution 
Where 
I am 
At ease
In body 
And mind 
And world,
Where all
Is aligned 
And true 
And tidy,
Ordered 
And feeling right. 

And like this 
With the world 
In a mess
Mind disorganised 
And body 
Misaligned

I am depressed
Suffering 
The confusion 
I find in myself
Inside and out, 
At odds
With the way 
Life expresses, 
Perturbed 
By how it is, 
Wishing 
It wasn’t so.

Could 
This outward reach
For solution 
Be the first 
Destabilising step
On the hamster wheel?

Might this outreach 
Be the fuel 
From which 
The search 
Finds its 
Constant momentum?

Could one see
The intricacy 
Of the mechanism 
Through which 
Dissatisfaction arises?

Can we see it 
Just as it is, 
Content to watch 
Beauty unfolding 
In the arising 
Of this ego I
Who strives 
And strives 
But never arrives. 

Could there be allowance 
For even Him
Whose whole
Incessant movement  
Across 
The dissatisfaction of time 
Is a pathway 
Made of step 
After wilful step 
In a grand 
And effortful 
Refusal to die.