by Frater Volo Adamo
it may seem at times
that this frail human vessel
is held forth only for god to pour in it's pain
but perhaps from wherever god is,
when compared to the still & silent
the perfect, balanced, & neutralized
any disturbance may seem better
to throw a rock to just hear it break
maybe we are the only merciful diversions
from that blank wall of zen
we are the factors X
we will do the stupid, the brilliant
the profane, & the holy
we will laugh & in our laughter cry
we will shriek & in our shrieking sing
there is no vessel as unpredictable
no machine less necessary, yet vital
as... the human
No comments:
Post a Comment