Distinguishing: Looking for a Way Out

How to summarize?
So many different lives;
Not literally true
But not false either;

The colours may change
But the themes are basically similar,
Luckily I keep forgetting
Or maybe that’s the problem?

Either way, tired of repeating
But haven’t stopped,
Wonder whether ever will,
Is it possible I don’t want to?

Perhaps one day will find out,
Meanwhile practice patience,
Watch and wait
And cook more stew,

Diligently keeping a look out,
Along with the laundry loads
And work outs,
Can’t let up my search,

Frustratingly close
But unattainable;
Playing the game
That it’s just around the corner;

If I don’t chase
It doesn’t run,
So have to catch a glance by accident
Or not at all.

Distinguishable: Seeing through the Rain

The rain keeps falling out there
And the birds are returning,
Spring is near,
It’s a sweet scent in the air.

Walking through the rain,
Watching the light through the gloom,
Inside is calm
And a little bit sleepy

But going to work anyway,
Which is okay.
It’s good to have a place to go
And things to do,

There’s a sense of importance,
Of usefulness,
Being part of
The workings of the city,

Like a wheel in
An old fashioned clock,
Running all together
And on time,

Humming along,
Without knowing it,
Each one doing its own thing
But each job connected to every other,

Across the cosmos,
From end to end
And back again,
Always attentive;

Following it’s own way
And yet not separate,
Not aware,
Yet fully conscious.

Distinguish: Hiding and Seeking

Hide and seek
See me—don’t see me
See me—don’t see
See me—don’t. . .

Until there’s only NOW
And all distinctions disappear
But then they all
Came back with a roar!

OUCH!!!
That hurt
When I fell down,
My world unraveled;

OH, what heaviness!
And up and down
I went
And still do

But next there was
The disappearance of
The distinction between
The distinctions and the not distinctions;

What am I?
That which does not know
What it is
And that’s the goal,

All sensations, feelings and thoughts
Point to it but they’re so diverting,
Which is why
It’s so difficult to see,

Although every one points to itself
We only know it
In relation to the others
And they are all not self.