What if I had no problems?
What would it be like to wake up in the morning
With nothing to cry about,
Nothing to despise,
Nothing to deny,
No solutions to find?
Just one day,
Without issues
And answers.
How would it feel?
To breathe just for the purpose of breath,
To blink in the absence of tears,
To walk with no place to go,
To run though nothing is chasing me,
To laugh without irony,
To eat without urgency.
What would it be like to see the beauty of Matiati,
Without the pain of desire or withering want?
The world is full of many things.
Have I been looking at the pile of poop in BaAshu’s garden
And missing the beauty of the trees?
I dedicate this poem to my family
Who today provided me with a lovely tableau,
Of each person just living one day
Without sharing my problems with me.