Taking Stock
All purity of purpose … nobility in deed …
Every kindness and generous word …
Engender in hearts a grateful response,
And streams of loving regard in return.
Yet I find I’ve returned to this place so well known;
This place that I dread for its pain.
Where torment dwells, and discomfort abounds,
In aloneness, I take stock, yet again .
I try to resolve imbalanced accounts,
This disparity that demands reconcile.
I seek to make sense of the chasm between
Joy, in Loves known ... and grief, in unfound.
The love and regard from friend and comrade
Seems to heighten my sense of Aware,
‘Tween satisfaction of Spirit, and hunger of Soul.
Spirit’s kinships … Soul’s yearning for Mate.
While in solitude here, distress I abide,
Neither solace nor comfort is sought.
This course I’ve charted, lacks allure, I well know.
I’m alone through my choice … by design ... thorough-thought.
All purity of purpose … nobility in deed …
Every kindness and generous word …
Engender in hearts a grateful response,
And streams of loving regard in return.
Yet I find I’ve returned to this place so well known;
This place that I dread for its pain.
Where torment dwells, and discomfort abounds,
In aloneness, I take stock, yet again .
I try to resolve imbalanced accounts,
This disparity that demands reconcile.
I seek to make sense of the chasm between
Joy, in Loves known ... and grief, in unfound.
The love and regard from friend and comrade
Seems to heighten my sense of Aware,
‘Tween satisfaction of Spirit, and hunger of Soul.
Spirit’s kinships … Soul’s yearning for Mate.
While in solitude here, distress I abide,
Neither solace nor comfort is sought.
This course I’ve charted, lacks allure, I well know.
I’m alone through my choice … by design ... thorough-thought.
John-Michael
01 April 2008
01 April 2008
