Mortality

I know we are all mortal
Sometimes I think
the root of all unhappiness
is the self
because the more we give
and express generosity
of spirit
and think of others
in a genuine
the better we feel
When i think of all i lack
I feel empty
when i think of others
when i sit
with a sick
and dying friend
I feel better
Right now I wonder
what part I play in my own disease
and sadness
What I might change inwardly
to make this life more bearable
i have tasted death
and horror
and some of the bliss.
I want to live
but it feels like
life has not begun
and I am almost gone
What can i do
how
can i continue?
can i escape the madness
and what do i create
in my situation?
What can I give to the world?

Morning journal

©2010 Stephen John Kalinich