Above all, the tendency to bracket
others annoys me: to assume that one is
this, or that quality only,
a state of being in rigidity, summed up.
By
contrast,
on a long journey I see us,
subjects in process, change in dynamic fluidity
from hour to hour.
To those who label me "soft", therefore,
I smile, with patient indulgence,
watching the roar of a guerrilla warrior
at some other level of mind in me
stampede through the forest of such lies,
wielding a machete of savage truth.
And so to the sayings of the wise
I would add, "Do not assume."
For I, as others,
am not one fixed being,
but light, flexible,
of malleable liquidity,
a dance in motion
in the mind.
Consequently, I do not assume
anything at all
about you
except that you are
that multiplicity of being in change
one happens to call,
for ease of classification,
you.
And if I were to call you "proud" or "vain"
it is for ease of classification only,
to fix some identifiable
point of reference
to the pulsing auro of whirling motion,
the small university of planetary dance,
the mystery of being in vibration
one happens to call
you.
Those of us who use such convenient labels as
"Soft" or "proud" or "vain"
And believe them fixedly
Are, I would say,
at least for the time of that believing,
self-limiting,
boring
and above all,
dull.

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