There’s no need to surround yourself with luxury
to treat yourself to the best of everything
metallic fridges and designer bags
the colours of the season, the car of the year,
to show others that you’re special.
You don’t need daily doses of good news
to lift your mood when you feel glum.
You don’t need compliments or presents
or flirtatious smiles across the room
to keep you happy with yourself
or hourly fixes of pleasure
to set your brain cells jingling.
There’s no need to say the right thing
to be charming or funny or stylish
so that the strangers notice you, and your friends still like you.
There’s no need to pretend, or to prove yourself.
You don’t need the respect of others
in order to respect yourself.
There’s no need to cover up the silence
with the chatter of radios and TVs.
There is no need to fill the empty space
with jobs that don’t need doing
or words that have no meaning
or tasks that have no purpose
except to fill the empty space.
You only need to meet yourself
to let the discord within you fade away
and find the stillness underneath
the place where you’re already whole
where there is no need to seek or strive
because there is no need.
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