A Slow Unfolding

It’s been a slow unfolding:
Slow and building;
Searching for the certainties
That seem to come alone from faith
Constructed and contributed
By scientific findings, books of methods,
Recipes to keep one healthy,
Books religious, philosophic:
Faith and verifiable the mix.

There is work and there is trust.
There’s been gratitude and lack of, thus,
Behavioural and mental,
All a conquering of blindnesses,
Lack of knowledge, biases
Finding out about oneself is all one had,
The good, the bad,
For in the end, it’s all one has:
Oneself, the self, a Self in common with the world.

And karma’s dance, and luck and chance;
Genes, upbringing, clinging
World at large a-barging in
With triviality’s illusions
Forming and informing views;

Valueless desires and dreams,
Worked on, worked out schemes
That lead to nothing but confused depression
Showing in a zillion ways.
Lucky those whose stays are short.

Lucky those who find techniques
For gaining skill that never leaks,
And unlike most of us, carries on in consciousness,
Awareness, understanding and intelligence.

Lucky those who find
A way to keep unfolding on all levels:
Kindness’ face, aging’s grace,
Thoughts that keep away their evil.

Maybe it will always be
A slow f_unfolding,
Which is certainly ok with me.
A Slow Unfolding 3.4.2019/revised 7.28.2019 Pure Nakedness II; Definitely Didactic II; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Aging; Arlene Nover Corwin

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