I can't help but think...
That all of this;
Is our spiritual training wheels.
Almost telepathically, we
s e n d m e s s a g e s
To the furthest flung places.
We understand intention, finally,
As we press return and send
And receive little words and pictures in return,
To our pockets,
our bedside tables,
our living rooms.
When we learn to ride a bike,
we fall off and injure ourselves
And as we wade through these new technologies
We hurt ourselves and each other
By getting too big...
...for our boots
further than we should
Or forgetting that sometimes we can't speak our minds
For the benefit of all involved.
...We learn to be diplomatic
as we edit and censor and chronicle our lives
But we learn it is best to be just as we are,
in this world,
in screen world.
With all our scars and interests,
With all our dreams and tunes.
We lean into it, we l e a r n into it,