I often wish
I was a rock
or an old tree,
or a running river
Or maybe the sea.
Simply witness with no intent
to want more
or want less
not be constantly
under so much duress
Coz as humans
we either do this
or create that
And if we do nothing
Someone talks back
Could be a kin
Sometimes a friend
or a conniving foe
But most often
Its mostly your ego
counselling us
don’t be a recluse
go be of good use
Don’t just sit there
and turn obtuse
And then I dart
and sit by a rock
Or find a quiet shore
and take stalk
if I want to be more
And again I wish
I was just a rock
or an old tree,
or a running river
Or maybe the sea.
Un-minding all
and their soiree
Excusing myself
from the coterie
of desires & agony