The Level Playing Field
It Seems
The playing field is level The players are picked out They are the best players In the entire district And yet Some are better than others Some are better in pitching Some are better at hitting And some are the best at running And skidding And stealing bases Nothing is level in that All of us are different All of us go through life Getting different lessons All of us want to live happy Enjoy life with no tensions But none of us have similar substances Some are skilled at speaking Some are skilled at listening Some are skilled at comprehending And others are best at delivering And yet there is always misunderstanding Nothing is level in this world Except perhaps the prepared playing field That’s supposed to be level for all to play well And seems to be until You go deep And only the ones Who work them inside and out Up and around Only they will know How to take advantage of that Only the ones who know How the system works Where there is room to grow And where there is room to err Only those will be able To take advantage of that Seemingly level playing field called earth Called life Called friendship Called romance Called marriage Called love Called anything Called everything The level playing field It seems! Peace ✌🏽
This landed with clarity and care. The idea of a true level playing field is one we all claim to want, until it threatens the ground we’re standing on. You’ve named that discomfort without condemnation, and that’s where the real invitation begins. Thank you for holding this mirror up gently, but firmly.
Stay entangled, my friend.
—The Bathrobe Guy
It is an interesting poem, though, having lived my long life, I didn't find any system in the relationships, especially love.