Like patrons waiting to be served
That have actually already been fed
And are full
Even on dessert
Such are we when "empty" inside
When frustration or anxiousness presides
For it's this feeling of emptiness
That creates lack itself
Not the other way around
No matter what it is
Lack of
Money
Relationships
Esteem
Whatever be the case
It all could be as "case closed"
If we realize we need no more clothes
That we're already sufficiently clothed
And so much more
This isn't to say we should stop having fun
Eating out
Going to stores
Buying, window shopping or trying the samples some more
Just examples
Regarding are obsessiveness with disheartening issues
Whereas they are all like passing waves
That settle back into the deep
As we come from our depth
As we seek and find
Our oneness
Our truth
Never, ever cleft
Yet
Until then, we'll still
Play the game
Until we are still
Of hurriedness within time and place
Of when and where
Our attention is placed
Until the footprints
Or angel wing waves, if you will
Coming from Home
Leading to the same
Are properly
Deductively
Traced
To this Now
Then
Believing in
Breathing in
Fullness in place
We'll naturally
Effortlessly
Be of service
Instead of waiting on our plate
:)'s mike