'Free-Wheeling 14/10/09 Poem by Margaret Alice

The mind is round like a ball, rolling
everywhere, seeing everything or
nothing at all, to balance and focus
such a free-wheeling thing almost
impossible, in need of one-to-one
correlations before accepting the
illusion of sensory evidence

The senses are trained to ignore
all that is unnecessary for physical
survival, the body is as strong as an
ox while the spirit is lonely and lost,
wishing to return to the non-physical,
soul manifesting as a longing for
what is eternal

A three-dimensional world not congenial
to spontaneous existence, physical requires
a sacrifice of all joyous things; we are oppress-
sed by laws for survival; the mind keeps rolling
on, seldom concentrating on one thing only,
suffocating under the weight of emotions
suppressed

In a holographic illusion that offers no
solution to eternity's questions...