NEW YORK
I wanted to be there so it could swallow me. The sea of people, everyone headed in a different direction but with purpose. No one was looking at me still I was seen. Some stay sheltered in their little worlds, with the kurig machine in the kitchen, polluting landfills. So cerebral. In a parallel world we had chosen each other but here on this earth we couldn’t meet in a field of reason or understanding. Feel the creeping pressure of an upcoming holiday. I don’t have to play the game of pretending to belong. People say “no judgement” so often they certainly do not see how as a group, they judge. If spirit is in charge, why so much ego, so much materialism? It is a contradiction. I want to go back to that big city where no one notices me but I am seen. With a purpose.
