Sometimes every ounce of my being wishes she would die a swift and clean death
Sometimes I wish she would lose all capacity to see, to hear, to touch and feel
Despite the calculated efforts of my repeated attacks
She valiantly clings to her disgusting life, poisoning all that is pure
She is the antithesis of all I strive to believe in
Publicly I make bold claims against her,
Leading the protest march with a determined fist held high
If our protest marches faithfully to the east
She effortlessly coaxes us with an alluring westbound breeze
Until we are frantically backpedaling into quicksand
Subtly yet powerfully she redirects our course
Until we are blindly advancing toward her understanding embrace
But I secretly find twisted joy in her company
When our protest march is over and everyone has returned home
I delight in her presence
She justifies my outrage when I have been wronged
And she celebrates with me when the rest of the world does not notice my feats
It is intensely unsettling how intimately she invades each of our lives
She tortures us within the comfort of her embrace
Like the invisible air that fills our lungs
She goes largely unnoticed precisely because she inhabits nearly every crevice of human existence
She is Self, and her insatiable desires run deep
