Heaven's Sweets Poem by Lonnie Hicks

My hands stretch
one over the other
climbing I
to higher things.

But since my very destination
means things behind
and below
recede;

are these heady clouds
enlightening
or merely isolating,
clouding my judgment
so to speak
as I,
on my journey
sever myself
from common things?

Such a dilemma
in separating out
oneself
for the separate pursuit
which might satisfy the mind
but which leaves behind
and below
the grounding
necessary to have enlightenment
mean more
than mere self- indulgence.

Can bliss be solitude;
aloneness,
can I if I reach there
be happy
living only on my inside bliss?

Can I aspire to even teach
this bliss
to others which
can only see
their own
solitary journeys?

How to communicate
Heaven's Sweets
if I and I
cannot break concentration
to speak to thee?
And even if I do
then how to tell
of Heaven
which from you
is so far
removed?
How to show that
which is shielded
from you
who only know
what you know
and what you know
does not heaven include
and I in traveling up
cannot remember
the ground?
So what to do?
Perhaps
Heaven and Earth
were not
and cannot
ever
be
really
separate.

Perhaps it is true
that the journey long
whatever its eventual destination
carries with it at all times
a little bit of home
or should.