I offer another the idea that worthiness is not the point
love is or at least connection
we are never and always worthiness
the word itself picks at indoctrination
or dogma for which only man’s hand held the brush no god creates with absolute
as man paints
limited he is yet determined to somehow be eternal
foolish
we can each only be thankful
I learned this the day I felt no thanksgiving not a lick of gratitude
but knew better so I set out to find an ounce a trickle a smidge to carry me into the people I must face for I was after all their guest
and they were after all family
I had to realize I am
still
despite
here and there
today.
I was deep deep below the time of man it is the only place I find
life
only existent because of flowers
we cannot in one lifetime see all that we would like to see
life is leaving some of all that we hunger to know
unknown.