Rhymeless Truth

by Venkat


The tangible worlds
We try to perfect
To match to our thought
Fit to our own prejudice
Our greed for response
Linger in our own death
Trudge away from oneself
Unable to endure conflict
A mismatch hard to bear

Our true meaning to live
In matching to our reality
Real strength, real eyes
To give by knowing self
Open the lid to observe
Where conflict emerges
Not to fit different worlds
But to see the difference
To seek yet not want

This is an elaboration of my earlier haiku:mismatch


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