o how busy our boat life is!
rowing between moods ,emotions,feelings,reactions
towards Light,drenched in Darknesses ,in a Trough of Despond
Did we forget this is a Pilgrim's Paradise?
that to journey is the path?
that we are already here.
of course,we can indulge-
chocolate cake,petulences,reactive patternings
but the TV is empty and pizza too full
it stinks of manure and death comes too soon
i am glad to be so disappointed!
i am happy when disenchanted!
i grow in Light when the seed of dissatisfaction
demands i gain true grit or go to ground
this seed flowers best in manure
grows tall when firmly gardened and ground
is required to hold us together
between the dream and this earth-
we build between us.Sound!