I finally accepted,
I do desire.
To be of benefit. 

To society.  
To people I love. 
To all that come into my life.

At times it is easier,  
to be compassionate,
when  believing,
I owe the other something.

But ultimately,
it is because,
I care,
of the essence. 

And the progression,
of our existence. 

© Krishdga    27.4.17

Stuck in suction, spiralling.
Up down, in out, through, within, outwardly. 
Continuously reflecting on events that cause reaction. 
Unresolved resentment. 
Comparisons float in and out.
Unconventional. What should be? And what is? 

The line is fine.

With this duality of life comes an expectation.
Assessing events and outcomes, 
 positive or negative.
Driven by constant contemplation of death.
When this body disappears.
What is left behind?
A collection of memories kept alive by,
 thought. 


© Krishdga    6.4.17