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Searching my heart for its true joy
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am not weary of time, though
It moves too quickly, and words and people
Drown out my own sorrow, this world
Deserves more than my self-interest
The salty sweetness of pleasure grows old
But helping others, that peace never ends
I found the small moments of empathy
In my days, the best, the cherishing of others
A more luminous goal than self-satisfaction
And now I am caught by the suffering of others
Not in a bad way, but in a collective-realism
That I too, had it easier than others
That I too, was born more fortunate
And thus to serve others may be the only way
For me to ever understand humanity.
Wuji Seshat 
yes. it’s right. i need to do more of this–get out of self, and become the collective entity.
we are so influenced by the individualism and patriarchal nature of the times, sometimes we forget…the other side…
your poetry is rare
Your poetry gets better and better every time! I love it! Your love for humanity comes shining through!
Thanks Dream, I’m glad to hear it. I’m making an effort to write more positive stuff when I can.