A Lover of Experience
I am
though it is not what I want to be
but given the moment
what choice do I have?
“I love you”
is my feeling of love
of thought directed to you
of idea I perceived you as love
these never left, me
except as my own experience.
Do I really love you
or simply loving my own experience?
“I hate you”
is my feeling of anger
of thought directed to you
of idea that I perceived you as wrong
these too, never left me
except as my own experience.
Do I have a choice
of not loving it?
I choose not to be angry
simply because I think anger is wrong
and not wish to be angry
but do I not see that I am simply
talking to myself
experiencing every meaning
of each moment
arising within
and again, do I have a choice
of not loving it?
Hate as I could
Judging as I am free to have
Jealousy creeps in me
Grief too I will encounter
And happiness,
love, joy and whatever.
Everything,
YES everything
is here for me
Can I choose not to experience?
and make anyone
responsible for it,
save for myself?
Insane, insane
is all I could say
for I am always
here,
ALWAYS
for me
not once have I left ME.
Can I not, not love my experience?
Do I have a choice?