Thing Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Thing



When does a person become a thing?
Thing occupies space, person the attention;
Person reacts and feels, thing moves and falls;
Thing is heavy or light always,
But person alternates on mood.
Thing has no participatory skills,
Person has the choice to.

When social ‘superior’ indulges in acts
Which are not fully understood
By the other, who becomes tongue-tied,
Submitting, submitting, submitting,
Thinking that is how it is, the dharma,
Then the other is being treated, as an it.

When you enter her
Like entering into a room,
You are treating her as a thing:
Only when you are merged by passion
And together lost among the stars,
You are true human beings, and
Float back to your bed on earth
And kiss each other softly,
With no thing between you.

Person comes from ‘persona’ a mask
But the warm-flowing blood and relations
Between persons, not any mask of personality
Conveys truth behind things.

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