Metaphysical Musings
The Competitor
How ingrained
it has become,
to so fiercely compete
with one another.
The boxer who fells his brother
with a sickening blow,
lofting fist in godly triumph,
as he savagely scorns his stricken foe
Is but a symbol
of everyday dealings,
transactions
of unreal thoughts
and feelings.
Me, me, me and me
opposing very elements
of which I am made.
Raging wars
‘tween ‘haven’ts” and ‘haves’
‘believers’ ‘gainst the ‘not’s’.
oft in name
of personally invented gods.
Heirarchies.
Smouldering differences.
State against state.
Mate against mate.
Mindless judgments,
striving for edge,
over imagined opponent.
Attack and defence.
Computer games.
Child’s play.
Lowest prices,
bargains bizarre.
Monetary servitude.
Key performance indicators,
profits to the max
not what’s best for all.
Victim–victimiser both
on guard
lest someone-thing
stronger, cleverer, prettier,
more cunning still,
steal all.
And yet is not
each seeming win
also somehow lose?
Not exactly what’s been won-perhaps,
but loss of different hue.
Has not the pound of flesh I stole
somehow gone against the grain
and cost at least a pound from me
in heavy, repressed pain.
Of sensing somewhere deep within
a nagging, sub-atomic truth,
that every single thing and one is connected equal,
in the Mind of All There Is
And if I wrest
a pound from you,
I take it only
from myself.
But that pound unjustly took,
must sometime be accounted,
for the books must surely balance.
And, ‘till then remains
a debt unpaid,
but due for restitution!.
More fool I!
(Andrew Solomon – 2008)
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