There’s anguish in birth, long
before the joy, a balm in death,
far beyond the fear; both
augmenting the tapestry of life
for evermore.
The soul adds human traits
to each life experience, down
here, on the planet: cocktail time,
phallic molestations and invitations,
shopping without dropping,
misreading all the signs
Addiction afflictions: brain-
blindness, tabernacle builders or
adjustors, habitual excesses,
character traits with no kinship
to soul – the personality of spirit,
the balance in ‘the hanging’ that’s
known as humanity.
If you manage to ignore the siren calls:
All the commercials and solicitations,
blocking out what ‘they’ say, managing
to not be religious (but knowing your
spirit) , not being political and making
a difference in the process.
Surprises will delight, a measure of
wisdom can reward those who celebrate
in their heart and not on the street;
remaining aware of original truth and
the connection that is a constant,
now and for evermore.
2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, liked it. A good write.