The Cold Front Poem by Margaret Alice

A cold front is coming
predicted the weather bureau
and voilá! it’s here
for the first time this year
we lighted a fire
and relish the heat
of licking flames, glowing embers
while I’m floundering in
The Spiritual Notebook by Paul Twitchell
regarding the universal thread
called ECK - never heard of before
I’m confused, drowsing in
the heat of the fire
with chocolate liqueur:
Find God by NOT searching
for Him – just by being,
trust in a Living Master -
once again my quest will remain
a theoretical construction
I don’t understand a single concept,
but I’ll always continue
this research – all philosophy
excites my imagination
a useless faculty, the author says
only states of consciousness
are accepted – in what state
is the author then? – The esoteric! –
suggests imagination, although banned
and I round off my quest
with cherry liqueur…