the poison/Cat Stevens, Hard Headed Woman

is in us, is in me, in you.
it is not THE poison, THE indifference, THE blindness
is is always  specific poisons, partly hidden, partly raw slumbering
under the surface, partly distilled, partly controlled,
it is not THE Ego, it is specific parts of Ego,
and all of it goes with each human, quite specific.
all in all it is uncontrollable.

every one is looking not for release, not for salvation, but for fulfillment,
for a place and situation and partner in life where we find integration and
a home for our goodness and for our badness, for our longing and desire,
and where we can be allowed to be us and where we are taken for our best and not for our worst
and where we can be living in such a way as to do our best with another one
and in our own eyes.

Always we must do the best in our own eyes anyway, but it is a job
which often gets out of hands and nobody can be perfect.
When we die, we all leave unfinished business, hurt and wrong deeds
in our wake.

i have failed. I will fail. But I am as clean as I can be.
I have not failed alone. There is grief and loss and maybe spring soon
to walk through. Spring is for everybody.

My cat knows, he came near.