| "Lost" This is a poem-in-progress that comes from my thinking about the Kabbalah. It's about how we get lost in trying to please ourselves (usually through other people), and ultimately how we are tied to other people and thus need to give and receive. |
| I've been swallowed by jealousy and kissed by life I've been drowned in insecurity and saved by kindness I still seek the approval of others, like some teenager trying to fit in And my ego still feeds on others; I'm misery seeking company I kept wanting to be lost in someone, and would get lost in someone who had lost herself So there we were, two lost souls But I'm learning love's a choice, not an end It's tempting to believe in love at first sight; that way you don't have to work for it, and you think your whole life is complete My life isn't complete, though I'm not yet open enough to let others flow through me and me through them |