The next few posts will be some old poems I wrote in my early to mid-twenties. I am appreciative that I still understand them, believe in them, and honor these poems as the beginning of my spiritual search. They are as true now as they ever were. Maybe you will catch the spirit of them and benefit. I hope so….and in any case, it has been fun for me to revisit them. And maybe you have some spiritual beginnings to revisit and honor?
COMPLAINT NUMBER 24
I’ve got blisters on my eyes from trying to see You,
knots in my stomach from trying to free You.
The words in my head tumble around
like scrabble game letters, making no sound.
They all come to me with their pretty eyes,
voicing their love, but waving their lies.
It seems that a touch isn’t so much
and we might as well be in heaven as in hell,
but I can’t buy what they want to sell.
It must be my Fate–
my fortune’s tied up in the Real State.