''How swell you felt at the disparaging
downsight.
Well, for a few bits of effort,
could she not be as you?
Surely, she must be a slacker,
and worse.
Scandalous, the portions consumed,
no doubt a terrible expense.''
With such I would enlarge my ego.
But, oh, so precarious that pedestal
upon which I climbed.
for wobbly are its pins,
and the posturant so easily knocked off of it.
Indeed it wasn't too long before
some one
thinner, richer, wittier
and certainly prettier
would come to inspect me.
And, oh, did it not sting so,
when falling from that 'high' place?
It wouldn't even take her a big push,
just the tiniest of 'tsk - tsks',
and OW!
down on the humble ground
in a flash.
And how bruised the ego, then.
''There is another way, you know.''
There is another way I've learned.
When meeting another,
it isn't to size him or her up on some scale.
Throw out the rulers,
and experience a new freedom.
There is no need to judge,
what is, is.
There is no virtue to fitting a fashion.
Either one does or doesn't.
The constricting size of fashion
does not become.
But the joy of true humility does.
Not needing to measure others
means I need not
fall under the weight of their strictures.
All so simple, that,
and yet it took so long to see.
What an easy freedom,
level is a nice place to be.
