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Existential Preservation
A small old man
Stood next to me in a crowded place
His presence small
His body withdrawn
He did not make himself known at all.
Did any other being notice this small broken man?
Did he ever catch the eye of another soul?
Not, I think. Not anymore.
In the cold terms of the world,
He was simply a part of the scenery.
For he walked carefully in the world,
Sure never to disturb a thing.
He left it pure, untouched, and clean.
Perhaps he understood the world better than I.
Perhaps from dust to dust, is what he knew?
Could being this way be the way life is to be lived,
Like a leaf, bemused in the wind?
Is the man who changes things, takes long strides,
Committing some unspoken, untold sin?
Perhaps taking too much of the world, and hoarding it within?
Wisdom in a Leaf
I was waiting for the comparison of the decaying street to match the neglected human, but leaf and the way it should be is absolutely existential, the study of being - I took four philosophy courses at university and P of Being was one of them - it took years to stop writing about existence. Beware - LOL - Lady A