--written 33,000 feet over Abiquiú
If your first meals were taken
with the helpless
rageful withholders of the Great Love Spark
you can be pardoned...for a while...
for reaching out to the wrong crowd.
A thirsty soul will drink most anything.
False, tasteless company can seem like sturdy shelter in a sandstorm.
The empty promise of their elixirs is well known.
Once your eyes have cleared,
if you keep drinking their poison
can you really keep blaming them
for continuing to serve it to you?
The Teacher says: Seek softer company now.
There is a whole world hidden inside this one.
The quiet faithful are showering in The Presence,
creating new gardens of belonging
behind city walls
out in the jungle
deep in the mountains
preparing for the return
of the Many-Becoming-One.
(c) 2017 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com
Sound: "A Passage In Bronze," Robert Rich, Rainforest