I’m your dark room, your rough stone walls
damp with unease. Here to inhabit you,
not what you wanted, but it’s what you got.
If you argue, you’ve already lost.
I’m what you haven’t been receiving
and you will suffer more for it.
Because if you would only turn your attention to existing,
the confined spaces in your head would widen
and you would find new spaces to inhabit.
Your heart would calm your mind and
you would realize that the blind joys you’re missing
were stopping you from seeing life as it is.
Nothing to rely on in this world except cycles,
day and night, summer and winter.
Here’s your life to be found;
in admiration of change.
I have elicited kindness and creativity.
I have also revealed the cracks in your societies
where the most vulnerable suffer most.
The glass was always broken and there
is your opportunity, because you are a conduit.
Let the information flow through you.
I’m trying to teach you to take the kindness and creativity
and to start mending those cracks.
I am here, but you are going to be okay,
and things will never be quite the same.
