New poem: "Putting My Gurdjieff On"

 

Putting My Gurdjieff On

 

The time has come to put my Gurdjieff

on and go back to sanctuary, where

not even God can reach me, and nourish

my famished soul; —

 

The time has come to say goodbye, it’s

been nice knowing you; but it’s been

such a long time since I’ve been Home,

that I’ve got to be moving along.

 

It’s not this covid pandemic that’s calling

me Home, all of the anxiety and distress

of waiting for death, nor the comfort

and joy of knowing I am Soul; —

 

It’s more a question of the same old thing,

the tiring refrains of not knowing, one

talking head out-doing another, a pouring

of the empty into the void.

 

The time has come to put my Gurdjieff

on and go back to sanctuary, where the peace

and quiet of no desire can nourish my soul;

and when I am strong enough, I can bid

farewell and go back Home.