Whatever exists
beyond the corporeal
beyond
whatever the outstretched arms
of my imagination
can inadequately touch upon
whether 'you' can even be you'd
or gendered fluidly
I prey upon this with my mind
pray for it with my heart
and this minor souls bereft nature
pleads, like a starving man
surrounded only by pictures
of bread and wine
for one vivid experience
of it
so the ache
with which this hiatus
bores into the side of my stomach
might finally be settled
and be soothed
to at last
feel at ease
with the inherent
human state of aloneness
for whatever I do
whatever I chose to believe
whatever picture I wish to paint
of the transcendent
feels a few sketchy lines
skimmed across a page
a cartoon version
of divinity
of omnipotent original cause
conceptually aloof
and alien to feeling
all arising
out of a personal inadequacy
from base greed
a craving need
to fill the gaping hole
in my fragile belief
with a conveniently shaped
plug
which when bedraggled in doubt
can never be adequately filled
anyway
no wishes can be complied with
intuitive sense informs
me to not demand intervention
advance order a response
through arrogant temper
just align or not align
whilst staying calmly benign
if any of this is indeed true
and no delusion
then help me dream of it better
if this desire will be of benefit
transform my senses
transform my vision
transform my mind and heart
to be a fit receptacle
for small jewels
the golden amulets
to bedeck my shrine with
perfumed incense
to adorn the air with smokey swirls
light transient candles
to display
the present way forward with
for my arms they are open
and receptive for
whatever can be offered
in a kind act of reciprocity
do not remain hidden
any longer
before my human time
and hence opportunity
for comprehension
finally escapes
the cup of my fingers.
Written by Stephen Lumb
17th April 2025
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