Longing and yearning to want to have and hold
Something that doesn’t belong
What belongs to thy mortal self.
Nothing that can be taken away from thy mortal shell then
To have and hold with all thy soul.
Tis impossible she says.
To long and yearn is that of the flawed nature of us to want what we don’t.

But do we have anything anyway that we can say it is ours.

Thy name is a borrowed existence conferred to by thy parents
Thy pride is a show of effrontery conferred to the self
By ones deeds and actions sanctioned by others.
Even thy soul and mortal flesh is a right given
By the divine authority for blowing life into them limbs.

Ours mine belong. Belong it does not
It never did. Nothing ever did anything belong to another.
Rights and claims to.
A thing. A self. A being. A land. A name. A place. A race. A culture.
Who draws these boundaries but man.
Man Oh Man
You did soil the earth with thy piteous existence.
You never did belong here, never too in Eden
This opened doors that resulted due to your greed that
Will lead to another closing of doors by wrath.

She says Aimlessness is a state of beauty and sorrow.
For beauty is seen in the free mind
But sorrow in the expanse of freedom that it allows
That seems to leave one on precipices and solicitous..

To Not know which step out wards or inwards is the last possible step.
The abstractness if unknowing opens it all to countless and mindless possibilities
Give me a boundary she says
That I know when not to fall or how to fall or if I was to fall at all Or already fallen I am.