Poem

A painting of mine of the California Ocean.

Here is a poem I wrote while I was contemplating the role that my body has in my awarness of the divine. While it seems to be my closest friend the body also is the root of many conflicts.

Anyway I hope you all don't think it to be too weird.

Tell Death do we part

This hand touches the lute

While my wondering mind

Seeks fringe distractions to fill the void

Even the music I play

Strays the truth into a eerie musky forest

Where pleasant colored plants bear odd fruits

Here truth looms close

It aches for its awakening

While I fight mysterious battles

Unable to know who my enemy is

Tortured flesh

Saddened, aging , vessel

I’ve bound myself to you

Through these uneasy nights and days

I demand your pleasures

I want your delights

I sleep in your senses

Tell death do we part