His Elusory Something
He wondered…
Was it the sight of neediness
By way of two girls finding comfort in their dolls
While sitting on the steps of a building
Whose windows were shattered
Doors were blackened
Brownstone grayed
By impoverishment’s insistence?
Might it have been…
Discerning the mix of fragrances
Wafting from the sidewalk flower stand
Its proprietor sharing his effervescent smile
As he wrapped the munificent stems of redolence?
Perhaps…
It was the young woman wheeling her baby carriage
Through pedestrians focused on going another direction
The where of their focus most likely
A delusion of what they thought they needed
Even as he ran after the young woman
Whose child in the pram was him
Being pushed into the uncaring crowd.
Purpose showed…
Lost in the mass of strangers
Feeling as though risen from a long illness
He couldn’t deny the evolvement of munificent perception
Knowing paths traveled were needed
For his being able to see the world
Through his heart.
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You show his fear of the unknown based on the perception of slices of life he does not know from lack of real experience.
Doogie Houser, the child doctor, now grown up but still very intelligent, told us today on morning TV that we all need to go out and visit, immerse ourselves, in what we fear or hate. What will happen is that we will be able to understand others from their point of view, and become more open-minded, empathetic and happier as a result.
But beware of religion as a solution to unhappiness. It may give one inner solace but not improve one's wider view of the world and the people in it.
Ron