The Bookstore

Loneliness-it has a sound
Tiny raindrops falling
One by one into an empty bucket
It echoes inside the interior of
The boundaries of what I know as me
Bouncing back- hollow
Yet, at times, so filled
My compassion for self is sweeter than
Any kiss I have ever known
Softer than any hand upon my breast
My soul-now peering through my eyes
Begging me to listen and feel the calling
To go home
I long to be out of the confinements of my flesh
This real illusion of matter
I want to be in flight over my body
To join pure thought
Laughing at the sight of my illusion
That feels so real
The reality-just a dream
A wink in space and time
I desire to wake up and remember
I go into a bookstore, maybe the
Answer is there
The shelves start to close in on me
With the titles of books shouting
Their ideas, plans, how- to theories
And philosophy
The promise of tomorrow’s never seen
The books seem to mock me
All the words are blending together
Am I hallucinating?
And the people continue to smile
They are silently screaming
I can hear them
Or is it me? What am I doing here?
Who am I ? What do I feel like?
Do I really exist?
Is there more than this?
I can’t breathe
I feel intoxicated by the incense
Seduced by the photographs
Of faraway galaxies
So much to sift through
Throw it all out

I don’t want agreement of the masses
Heads nodding by the numbers
I want to know for myself
When I am alone with
Only the whispers of the night
And the pounding of my heart
My soul’s song playing through me
The soft voice of my Holy, Holy spirit
Heard- when I listen………….
I’ll do anything for a peek of myself
Since I have only seen myself
Through the reflection of a Looking glass
Holy, Holy spirit, flow through me
And lift me above troubled waters
And make use of my life
And fill me with your love
And a noble purpose
Thank you, thank you, my
Holy, Holy spirit for my life
Shine through me

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