We all pay taxes one form or another
Life has toll stops you pay or go under
Passage from one place to the other side
It can be graceful it can take your pride
What made you think you would have a free ride
What made you think you could easily slide
What made you think you could escape your own ends
What made you think life would be your best friend
The quiet delusion that puts us to sleep
A false sense of privilege hiding a need to weep
The longing and needing that we all share
Without the sacred nothing is there
What is the price we pay as we go
What does it cost to discern what we know
What is our tax in return for the learning
What must we give to cool the burning
How much did you know when you set out to live
How much have you treasured what you have to give
How much have you honored the friends in your hive
For the nectar they give that keeps you alive
Do you sometimes find yourself grumbling about the various kinds of tolls and taxes life exacts upon you?
Do you usually factor in the other side of the equation – what you receive in return?
When you look at things through that perspective does that quiet your chatter?
- Stewart Levine ©
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