poetry

Give me knowledge.
It is 
beauty
in the infinite
limitless
mind 
of 
being.
 
Give me 
Reality,
when I need it,
as a bellowing 
SLAM 
into my illusions.
 
Give me concrete teachings and lessons,
when I need to practice.
When I need direction and discipline.
 
Give me a hug,
when I need to see 
there is nothing actually to take seriously in this life 
but a 
hug.
 
Give me a joke, a sense of humor,
to chase the foggy ghosts away 
from taking form
again.
 
But give me a poem
a poem,
when I need real
Truth.
 Give me a poem when I am 
in the real depths,
in the 
night,
in the dark;
when 
knowledge, 
nor Reality
nor teachings,
nor hugs,
nor jokes
will touch 
deep
into the cluthed heart
and resuscitate
the infinite 
Soul.
 
When all feels completely lost,
give me a good poem
a True poem,
and I will open my 
perception 
to a little more light 
again.
 
And I will know again,
 
how everything
is what is produced
 from paradox,
 
and there is nowhere 
to rest our heads,
 
and the best we can do 
is write about pretty things
and images
to bring the formless into form.
And how that is all we are:
a cloth, 
for the ineffable
that is always 
here,
and always
mine.
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