I am removed.
you are removed also...
far from each of us ourselves
so far.
the woman in Ghangaria
knows nothing of me
nor I of her'
yet some wonderment,
I can see the beautiful valley of flowers in which she lives.
and this begins my thoughts
on Utopia.
If the world was perfect.
I would live there
and we would pass a smile
on the sunny road.
Instead,
I merely peer out at the world
through my lonely box of light..
and millions suffer while I
do not.
I am so removed
and you also are
removed
so far from things unknown
and known.
what high magic
will change this?
Not the lonely box of light.
It is just a toy.
There is a crystal mind
lingering invisible within our eyes
that longs to connect
impossibly with everyone.
I feel it
searching searching searching
