It’s clever not to desire, isn’t it my friend?
Our worldly duties no longer
Feel weighted like fate, like we once felt
Tied to roles and roses and houses
Let’s not follow authority or impulse
But find the listening actions
The lifestyle that doesn’t inhibit
The world-soul to act through us
We were never going to be anything
But the destiny we had consented to live
The smiles and misfortunes
They were all intended
And in our grace and simplicity
We found a kind of poise to
Succumb to who we were, like sheaths and bodies
That we knew we would outgrow
To be attracted to this or that seems
Only to obey some instinct of nature
That is not false, only artificial
Desire wasn’t the bar, but it was superficial
It wasn’t the kind of skill that led us
To revelation, only repetition
Revelation wasn’t only to repeat
But to learn to be a new person.
Wuji Seshat 