Monism

If reality is one
Why are we swamped
And unfocused
Bombarded with
If onlies
I shouldn't haves
And I wonder ifs

If reality is one
Why are we out of touch
With who we are
Where we want to be
And what we've always been

If reality is one
Why are we plagued with
Suppositions and expectations
Clouded by illusions
And bound by the chains of fear

If reality is one
Why am I still living
Devoid of any joy and spontaneity
Empty only existing
Anxious, scared, and alone

If reality were one
The present would unfold
Moment by moment
Like a pink lotus flower
Set upon blooming
I would be relaxed and at peace
Surrounded by a few who love me
Instead of clutching to the tainted
Emotions and tangled vines
I try to erase
Familiar and aware am I
Descending into the dales
Deep within myself
Unable to lay the negativity to rest
Nirvana taunting me
Tickling me
The tears wash away the laughter
I'm sorry.