Landslide In My Mind Poem by Louise Tredoux

I’m still shocked by the latest landslide in
my mind, realizing what my choices mean;
a retiring life of quiet study without any real
experience because I have been nauseated
by the crude details of earthly existence for
most of my life

I haven’t yet defined my role; often cry about
being a square peg in a round hole, not fitting
in, not being content, yet held in my place by
intellectual baggage, I can dream of human
relationships, but only in the third person,
for me personally

There is only capacity; I’m studying to learn
about dreams because I can’t dream as my-
self, I have to become somebody else so as
to manifest and inhabit being, I shall accept
making sacrifices continuously for duty and
principles; but

I cry about wasted abilities; perturbed by
the waste of potential; only saved by the
thought that earthly life is simply a phase
in the unfolding of infinite consciousness,
that all potential is fulfilled within other
lines - whenever

The trousers of time is split in two
as choices are made and
carried out…