It has been noticed that something is missing. <br />My inner life is searching, searching... for what? <br />To get an answer I have recourse to mathematics, <br />the saviour of the world from illogicality and fuzzy thinking. <br /> <br />Let us call this missing factor x. <br />We'll use a simple equation. We'll set <br />on one side of the sign for equality <br />the love and lust by which my life's been guided: <br />the family, friends and lovers, <br />the satisfactions of the senses and the ego <br />that I daily get <br />from places where I live, <br />my work <br />my freedom - <br />let's call the sum of those a simple y. <br /> <br />Let us call my soul z. <br /> <br />You see now how easy it is to compute the formula: <br />x = z - y. <br /> <br />And what is x then? <br />I know the answer and the mathematics hasn't helped. <br /> <br />x = the cries in my profoundest dreams from my soul's depths, <br />the wails of the child who is lost, <br />the sobs of the one who cannot trust herself <br />and who calls this despair the need for home. <br />QED<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-inwards-collection-the-sum-of-its-parts/
