Hide & Seek

Believing myself a form,

I see only forms.

I know only fear.

I limit the intimate experience of myself

To the only activity I know;

‘Avoiding the discomfort of intolerable feelings’

Like enemies to be buried.

I repress them, suppress them, hide them;

I know not that the very distance from them

Is my very suffering

So, I persistently seek in their place,

The acquisition of some loving, understanding, or beautiful feeling;

Just to find out,

It won’t be long

For those buried forms to rise again;

To haunt my activities,

Of hiding and seeking.