Lifeline

How difficult it is at times
to accurately convey

an idea

or a thought:

I say something,

you hear something else.

You say something,

I hear something else.
Gestalt happens!

Breakdown.

Reaction.

Frustration.

Despondency.

Why can you not hear

what I am saying?

Why can I not hear

what you are saying?

Our persons are in our way!
We are speaking
through our egos!
The need to be right

is pervasive.

The need to defend

the perceived

need for our person

to survive,

envelopes us.

“I refuse to look bad”

says my ego,

and I buy it,

ignorantly believing it is me.

And then,

No matter the cost,

I go into damage control,
engaging your ego,
rather than you,

so that I,

who am 
completely collapsed

into my ego,
emerged into my person,

can once again

emerge

victorious
in a futile battle
that in the end
serves only to
divide and conquer us.

What a vain world

I empower.

What insanity

I engage in.

What non-sense

I buy into as true.
Is this the metaphor of the
Tower of Babel?

Would someone

please throw me

a life line

and pull me out

of this

stinking morass?