saint schizophrenia

 

our modern arrangement

can't hold you

Holy One

 

jabbering to the Others

inventing scenarios

no one else can see

 

we don't have a place for you

Oracle-Child

Seer of Delphi

 

you are disdained

at best pitied

there's no place for you here

and your messages are scrambled

 

long ago, i imagine

you were the Sacred One

Shaman of the Clan

interpreting the Words of Nature

Channeling the Presence of Spirits

 

but no more can you connect the tribe

to the Other World

or act on your bestowed gifts

this world is too busy for that

 

the voices are confused

meanings misinterpreted

only the manufactured pills

can halt the lost Emissary

screaming in your ear

drugs fade and mutate the truth

turned to hideous lies

 

important never

to miss your Dose

Swallow your Stop

put your calling behind you

 

there is no place for it here

 

 

 

meditation

 

this is the way life is

 

with its boxes and swirls

 

appearing as snares, suction cups and mazes

 

they are everywhere

 

you step into them everyday

 

get boxed in

 

circle around and around

 

then trip into a dead end

 

before you see clearly, after so many lifetimes

 

that the boxes are windows

 

the swirls are clouds to carry you away

 

the rubikÕs cubes are your own lethal thoughts

 

so i lie down to think

 

i am awake but i do not participate

 

i recline quietly as

 

ancient labyrinths order my hair

 

secret mazes mark my body

 

sacred swirls coil my mind

 

cyclones siphon my drops

 

i shut my drain pipes

 

to all that is going on

 

like music in the background

 

and fall into myself

 

into my infinity

 

spiral like a snake where gaia meets the cosmos

 

let the energy flow

 

fly above where the patterns take helix shape

 

until i am free of the circling thoughts

 

material traps

 

and can wrap my being around

 

the divine pattern

 

of all that there is

 

 

© Maurine Killough

 

Visit her poetry blog at:  http://iwritemyself.wordpress.com