alone

an experiment in poetry

sometimes all I want
is to be alone
to make space to loosen the tight grip on self
let go of this conception of what dario is becoming
and schloompf into the ease of being
to remember that I'm only an emanation of all that is
another thing in the sea of things
the rock that stubs, the toe that throbs
the thoughts that swirl, the void that holds

on one layer of perception, loneliness is an illusion
what is the sound of one hand clapping?

yet on another level, meal times are a solitary affair
there are no-one's eyes to smile into when you awake
even the constant interaction through a stream of messages and posts
is more of a reminder of isolation than connection

in those moments
it's hard to inhabit an emergent intuition of unconditional enoughness
and fundamental aliveness
you're here, what more is required of you?

go easy, dario
you're both incredibly significant and incredibly insignificant
the world of polarities and paradox ties the rational mind in knots
and in this existence grasping for meaning
it's allowed to be hard

the pain that swells in your chest is a signal from the other side
your messy tears are unlocking the exiled parts of yourself
whilst others may witness and hold
no-one is coming to save you from the internalized demons that hold the keys
only you can make peace with them
and find the middle way through the tapestry of being