New poem: "The Self I Never Was"

 

 

The Self I Never Was

 

It’s not a very nice thing to say,

but the world has to find its own way;

not that I wish for it to be this way,

it’s in our spiritual DNA; —

 

Born into a world that spares no one pain,

I grew into the person that I became;

because I was destined to find the way,

and free myself of karmic shame; —

 

From one lifetime to the next, an endless

repetition of much the same, the world

became too heavy to bear, and I had

to find a way to ease the pain; —

 

Many tried, and many failed; but some

did climb out of Plato’s cave and saw

the light of day; and those were they

who showed me the way; —

 

Gurdjieff came first, blazing the trail

for others to follow, and one way-shower

after another, I followed the scent

wherever it went; —

 

And the more progress I made in my quest

for self-awareness, the straighter the gate

became, and I had to abandon all hope

for the material life I craved; —

 

But the more I let go of what I was not,

the more I became who I am; and

now I lavish in my true nature, the self

I never was but always am.

 

Wednesday, November 23, 2023

Georgian Bay, Ontario