Bliss

Keep your bliss, 

your false, selfish bliss. 

Keep your eyes closed

and your ears covered and

your heart hardened like concrete.

Reality isn't changed by your ignorance.

It continues.

On and on.

Spiraling. 

Reality. 

Trees that fall?

They make noise. 

Even when you are ignorant

of their painful, thundering crash.

Reality. 

Knowledge isn't bliss. 

Knowledge is painful and messy and harsh. 

Paralyzing. Overwhelming.

Tear-stained and heart-hurting. 

Reality.

Tears and hurts and groans

that paralyze you.

Or mobilize you. 

(Let them mobilize you.)

Reality. 

Take that knowledge

that less-than-blissful knowledge

and use it. Wield it. 

Don't accept or condone it. 

The lethargy of ignorance accepts and condones.

Good men doing nothing. 

Reality. 

Good men paralyzed into inaction. 

Reality. 

Good men ignorant. 

Intentionally ignorant.

Preferring to pretend

there are no problems. 

Preferring to presume

they can do nothing anyway, so why know?

Reality.

Discard your bliss. 

That sham of happiness and peace. 

Know. Get up. Change reality.

And that?

That is something more-- something greater-- than mere bliss.