As I strive for self actuation
Demanding more of my mind, spirit and body each day
Determined to succeed, to claim yesterday’s distant horizon
As today’s dawn
It occurs to me that I might have it all wrong
What if these images of status and position
That haunt my mind each evening are self contrived
And the resistance that pushes me backward
Each hard fought day is prophetic
What if my truth is that
This world simply needs another bum?
I know what you mean...Living with an artist's temperament and trying to fit into the regular status quo is like putting a mild mannered torture device on your head and squeezing it slightly tighter as each day goes by until it just becomes insufferable. But then, there is this little need to eat...
ReplyDeleteWhat if indeed. And if so, why couldn't that bum be me? In this pursuit of the simple life, of a spiritual path, of simply walking with my God, perhaps I have gone off track. Why can't it be the bum's life for me?
ReplyDeleteNot necessarily rhetorical, not necessarily not...
Mike
Word verification: reedu.
Hmmm, me thinks there might just be a message there - I wonder what it is?
No, status and position mean everything. Quit messing with my mind. ;)
ReplyDeleteCat - artistic temperment, indeed.
ReplyDeleteMike - i'm witness a transistion in your life. strength and wisdom to you. reedu - souns like you got what you came here for :)
Dena - thanks for the correction. how silly of me.