Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i.

I suck at being holy.
Can't write poetry worth a damn,
I can't pump sunshine up my blanks
or my blind side. My mileage will
always vary.

Can't help but think the world is no more than a rock
in a hard place,
torpedoing out in space, hurtling to some final destination,
each and every being thinking the answer is
written in pure poetry, holy prophecy or
monetary concurrency.

Smiling at my own absurdity, I alternate between the
ticking, and the tocking and the rocking, sometimes write poetry with
a straight face, as if there were a God quacking at creation
and hiding the trumpet card we all strive to die for.

Nothing can be further from God's lawful but awful truth. The
pendulum swings and the sun shines anyway. Another
atheist savors the time dust, another lost soul writes
an unworthy poem.

ii.

Mine eyes have seen the glory but nothing lasts forever,
not even your Beloved.

This poem is a work in progress. This poem is self-destructive.


~A


p.s. Be back in a few days again. You all be good now, you hear?

Good capture at the endless question.

faith and reasons to live are always being tested.....why bother, is a legitimate question in my mind.......there is a great song by a Canadian trio that call themselves The Be Good Tanyas......and the tag line might provide one reason perhaps to stay actively engaged...." 'cause it's better than waiting around to die."

funny how so many believers seem preoccupied with the end of the world, and the atheists (not to mention agnostics and gnostics) are like, what??

I would hope everyone is concerned with caring about our planet and one another. Long ago, Ram Dass, a kind of guru/mentor for me said that we need to consider the end of the world both individually and collectively.

Working that through, I write poetry and do what I can because I can't not.

Is it a small task to uplift all beings?

~A

the profit obsessions tend to dim a wider view, so we'll see how that plays out. but yes-- do what we can do, collective-wise . . .