(Not) Knowing

Joshua reads "Not Knowing" and Jasmine reads "I Am, I Do" as we learn and discuss finding contentment and maybe even happiness in solitude.

He cannot smile, yet he cannot cry

He cannot explode, yet no containment

He puts a smiley persona, yet… is he?

I wonder why. What’s wrong with him?

“How are you?”

“I’m good…”

I know there is continuation

Continuation of context

Context of solitude

Solitude in soul searching

Searching for content

Content for happiness

Tik.. tok.. tik.. Tok..

As his sense of hearing intensifies in silence

The sound of virtual rain, the voices of floating heads

Soon realization comes

That happiness is not acceptance

nor it is acknowledgement

or saving wealth

It is when he let go & look up to the light-polluted city sky at midnight and still see brighter stars..

Realizing that he is a miniscule dot

in an unimaginable sized universe

That his worry is insignificant

He is still alive… he is allowed to still live

Where he can still stand up when he falls down

How an inhale is automatic

and an exhale is one of relief, not a gasp

I just want to smack his head

or pinch his elbow

and shout, “Wake up! Look around you!”

If only… he can listen

If only… he sees it all

Then content he will be