A New Poem By My Of Deep Spiritual and Social Significance...

*A Part You Can't Touch*

Places like this are the pits we keep ourselves hidden inside
They're the blue lawns where discontent festers in a boiling caldron of pus
These places are the world between the curtain and the window
The negative space that escapes notice on the all-too-oft occation
The trick is not hearing the notes she is playing
But discovering the subtlties of those she isn't

Spiritually charged - finding rhythms - ready for battles
My feet in harmony witht he floor and the floor with the foundation and the foundation with the earth
And the earth - the metaphysical glue that connects us all on some higher level
Sharing the air we breathe
Becoming what is self-evident
It's all too obvious

I collapse in a heap of alienation on the couch of my malcontent
I disappear into the pattern like a divine chamelion
I can be quite invisible when I'm interested in being so
My body is still but I'm always in motion
Ona Move!
Discovering the Shangra La in my mind

Electrons passed through a wire connect us by the sound of our breathing
A cosmic energy charging the lines that strech like tentacles across every corner of the earth
Our questions remain unanswered as our answers reveal themselves in metaphors for the natural world (the matriarch) and our collective consciousness (the patriarch)
When our dream's been deferred for too long we strike out in rage against the system that shackled us and then left our bodies to become corpses
And we will no longer pay mental rent to the clergy of the last Aryan Empire
Our minds are our own