Saturday, February 16, 2008

Finding my religion

we hug
we commute with infinity
we flirt with divinity
a universal blessedness

we snuggle
in the warmth of fire
of the sun, of life, desire
an eternal furnace

we share
a profound empathy, understanding
a delicate affinity, undemanding
all knowing, all forgiving, timeless

a love
that seeps into, and saturates,
and overflows, and inundates
all crevasses, all emptiness
like god,
perhaps it is god
perhaps god is it
The cliched life of a spoilt insomniac

Trying to sleep
But I can’t

Trying to find myself
But it eludes me

Trying to love myself
But I can’t

Trying to find
A space for myself
It’s a tough world!

Trying not to
Think so much about myself
But I can’t

Trying to stop
Making excuse s for myself
But I can’t

Why this angst
Why this confusion
Why aren’t the answers
Where I thought they would be

What do I want
What am I wanted for
What is the point, the theme, the thrust
Of my story

Trying to shake off
The corsets of doubt

Be the glorious lover
Be the fighter for justice
Set off a new epoch
Of compassion and peace

Be the candle leading out
Of the dark underbellies
Be the dreamer sticking up
Of what could quite possibly be

A good world
Filled with plenty
Of everything
An easy life
For everyone

Like I had
Like I have
What am I moaning for again?

Ah yes.
Still trying to sleep
But I can’t