Never be jealous, they say, as if
jealousy were a stray dog that
would follow you home and scratch
at your door all night long. But it's
just a feeling, like hunger, or a
loose thread, that begins to unravel
the pattern you've spent years creating.
The neighbor’s lawn, always greener,
or the elegant way someone stands,
their hands never trembling, always
steady like a tree in a windless field.
But you, with your crooked smile,
feel the heat rising in your chest
as you wonder what they’ve got that
you don’t.
But who’s to say that the world,
in its vast, unknowable wisdom,
hasn’t already given you enough?
Enough of this and that, of laughter
and morning light, of sunsets spilling
over the edges of your life,
the things you never wanted,
until you saw them somewhere else.
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21 Poems Of Reflection
ПоэзияA compilation of reflective poems I wrote upon reading Miyamoto Musashi's book Dokkōdō (The Way of Walking Alone). The 21 principles in his book inspired me to write the poems you're about read here.
