What is spirituality?
Is it religion and priests of the bible?
I’m sure it can’t be, I tried that for 16 years
And never felt in tune with the spirits.
Is it drugs and their deluded bliss?
I’m sure it can’t be, surely spirituality can’t be found
Purely in the smoke of a burning plant.
Is it sex and countless orgasms?
I’m sure it can’t be, who is going to say
The lonely can’t be spiritual too.
Is it music and rhythm and melody?
I’m sure it can’t be, music passes so quickly
It’s there and gone and so subjective.
Is it love given by dear cupid?
I’m sure it can’t be, for love is so fickle
And causes such widespread grief and sadness.
So what is spirituality?
It is so elusive, yet it must exist
For I have glimpsed it in many different things
But when I want it most, I can’t find it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem