The Walls Enclosed Him In

 After the baby was delivered from the womb

and the cage of his conception 

was no longer his tomb,

he learnt to walk and then to speak

and then he saw the room...

The walls enclosed him in.

Spirit wrestled with reason

and body sat in doubt.

Faith conquered fear

stepping through the door, he won the bout.

He wandered through the house and found,

he still wasn't out...

The walls enclosed him in.

Logically, he perceived, outside there'd be a yard,

so looking through

and climbing out the window wasn't hard.

Freedom, feeling grass on feet.

Running....fence? barred!...

The walls enclosed him in.

"Follow the fence, look for the hole."

This adventures getting great.

Yes, there it was, what he'd searched for,

he knew ther'd be a gate.

Upon the post challenging him,

a latch, it hung like bait...

The walls enclosed him in, but he knew.

There is always a way out...

1Corinthians 10 v 13

Existential Angst

 Back in the day we were formed from the clay

Now we've formed clay into the way of today

There is a WOW of now and I understand how

But I wonder why? and look to the sky

Is this something we should?

Is this bad? Is this good?

Is there more to this substance than the matters I sense?

Because there's a hole in my soul crying what is my role

And dents in the fence of what my life's meant

Am I unique?

Or a modern dazed sheep  a woke and asleep

Going along with both right and wrong

Which is wrestling a brain for the prize to be sane

And why do these questions come again and again?

Friction

 My thoughts are confricting

Matters rubbing mind

Heating as they're beating

On the anvil of my kind

About the concepts of creation

Between a women and a man

Where I stand in the relation

Of what I aren't and who I am

Conflict and dissension

Happening in my head

Conscience scrapping consciousness 

Schrodingers cats not dead?

JUST DO IT

 The poet William Stafford said that

 he wrote a poem every morning

about the first word that came into his head

This is what a poet do's 

(for the grammar police, dos - operating system software)

So lower your standards and

don't wait for The Muse

So I 

being an aspiring poetic guy

resolved to give his method a try

So here's a poem for me and you

It's title is I Need a Poo

I hope that that it's about going to the toilet

Doesn't offend you and doesn't spoil it

And now that I am able to sit at my table

A body intentive about being inventive

and choosing to write at the end of the night

I think

isn't that what creativities about

It's how I get my insides out

And now I've done it my only sorrow

Is the worry I'll write the same poem tomorrow

How low can my standards go?

Every

 Every religion has its fundamentalists and mystics.

 Every culture its members and misfits.

 Every organisation it's laws and freedoms.

 Every system its believers and cynics.

 Every game it's rules and aim.

 Every thought its pros and cons.

 Every life it's joys and strife.

 Every universe it's centre which is right where you are standing. 

panentheism

 You can't have nonduality without duality that's reality

 a marriage is a husband and a wife together making life

 the two being one makes a daughter or a son 

as creating goes on and on and on(e) 

 What went wrong was sisters and brothers

 saw others and not love is.

bang

 What went bang when the big bang banged

what imploded when the universe exploded.

Was it the line between matter and divine?

Is the holy grail the tearing of the veil,

apocalyptically unhiding the great dividing,

happening all the time in a way that is sublime,

even in myself, creating holy wholesome health,

in what goes round coming round

like fruit hitting the ground?

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives." Jesus