The head or the heart –
where to start –
for success in a world
that’s tearing us apart?
We proudly claim to have
conquered the earth,
but to unearth the diamond
beyond the mind,
to find that light,
is the fight of our lives.
the dark alleys of the mind,
are all reflected
in the choices we make.
As if the road to wealth
were the road to freedom –
but to never attuned –
easier in us,
to walk without limits,
then for compassionless masters
to be subdued.
The nights grow longer as my heart retreats
Reason fighting for control of the mind
Cold is the wisdom in love-known defeats
The sublime destroyed in a pride-reveled grind
For simple the sorrow that can destroy
The whole world merely a hollow casket
For the mind whose heart treated as a toy
Would not take the hand of love if it asked it
Relentlessly doubling down on fear
Tears have no place in our reaction
Passionless face to keep motivations clear
Meeting intellectual satisfaction
Calling all the true lovers as witness
The intellect stands a troublesome mistress
A sonnet if you missed it,
on poverty of the spirit –
in case you can’t relate to the free form,
still torn, ego worn, fight to the finish –
love stands waiting
when we’re finished
An excerpt from Gypsy Soup.