Yes, we should all attempt to understand others and walk in their shoes. I am reminded of a boy in the movie, "The Last Picture Show" who wasn't quite with the program and was and was always sweeping the street. Unfortunately, he was run over by a truck, but that doesn't mean we should give up.

Those have completely missed the point, and I think Sri Aurobindo has said the wisdom in correlation to your poetry here. You have powers that go beyond mediocrity, Gina, powers that soar spatial real estate unencumbered by mind tax. You know your identity well. We should all have such a grasp on who we really are on this plane of life and above as you do. An intellectual poet, an intellectual read. Enjoyed this engaging syntax, the arrangement of your words have great meaning. Bliss of Identity, indeed.

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Bliss of Identity by Sri Aurobindo

All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move,
All beings are in myself embraced.
O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love,
How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast !

It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves
And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ;
My body thy vessel is and only serves
As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.

I am a centre of Thy golden light
And I its vast and vague circumference,
Thou art my soul great, luminous and white
And Thine my mind and will and glowing sense.

Thy spirit’s infinite breath I feel in me;
My life is a throb of Thy eternity.

Interesting how you have turned your insights about anger into a narrative such as this. A hopeful, positive, insightful poem, in spite of the anger.

It is interesting how perception is in the mind of the beholder. We do tend to get a bit more grumpy when we get older. Perhaps it is just the frustration of not being that free, unencumbered soul we once were before life came to visit.

I like how you contrasted feeling good with feeling bad.

Ron

If only more would address their inner demons of deceit and disguise the way this wordplay does, perhaps we'd have more dancing, rather than traveling at the ethereal, as if answers come from without, ignoring all solutions are, as your poem eloquently proffers, from within. Write on.

Well done and lessons learned. Another wisdom infused write little sister.

PS