Sunday, May 18, 2014

Arching toward bliss


The truth: I have written hundreds
of poems that start with The truth:
I seek: and occasionally find.


You can find me in the in-between.
Ages. Jobs. Men. Thoughts. Time.
When I was told I was not strong enough,


I believed and
it was true.
When I was told I was too strong,


I believed and
it was true.
You tell me I am strong.


I believe it is: the Truth. I listen:
and occasionally transcend.
Sometimes we need the experts


To point us in the right direction.
To that which is: under our skin.
Light. Space. Heat. Thought. Bliss.


Be that bliss, that arching,
creating worlds and
I will believe: that truth.

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