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Service

Anything i do, mother, Pales in contrast with you Your life and time in service, your day and night mitigating pain Stopping bleeding Saving people from death for a while. Your life and time in caring your second and minute Spent in the craftsmanship of understanding health well being of people and of us. What kind of service could i do that would compare to what you do. There is nothing noble nothing selfless about what i do It is wound up instead in hedonistic desire like a pendulum that swings from music to travel reading about how the world works and interpreting what i want sitting in a tower exploring identity and learning and beauty and flavour. Not mitigating but expressing difficulty Not of the flesh but of the mind the things that plague the mind That sometimes seem both unreal and unnecessary. There is nothing I do that could be called service. Each monday i sit at my desk thinking this week would be when i would do something that wo