This is a bit of an experiment. Poetry seems to be helpful to me in sharing how I think and feel about things, especially things regarding the New Message. I’m sharing this particular poem because I’ve used the word itches in two previous posts, and this poem paints multiple vivid word pictures of what I mean when I write that.
The Animal Soul
There’s part of us that’s like an itch
Call it the animal soul, a foolishness
That when we’re in it, we make
Hundreds of others around us itchy
And there is an intelligent soul
With another desire, more like sweet basil
Or the feel of a breeze
Listen and be thankful even for scolding
That comes from the intelligent soul
It flows out close to where you flowed out
But that itchiness wants to put food
In our mouths that will make us sick
Feverish with the aftertaste of kissing
A donkey’s rump. It’s like blackening your robe
Against a kettle without being anywhere
Near a table of companionship
The truth of a being human is an empty table
Made of soul-intelligence
Gradually reduce what you give your animal soul
The bread that after all overflows from sunlight
The animal soul itself spilled out
And sprouted from the other
Taste more often what nourishes your clear light
And you’ll have less use for the smoky oven
You’ll bury that baking equipment in the ground!
I’m pleased to announce that I can embed the player from soundcloud.com into journal posts, so that you can hear me recite this poem if you wish.
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