A thirsty man with
Indigestion,
I wander the lands
Looking for a spring
Of unparalleled clarity.
With so many polluted streams
Shallow
And full of shit,
I don’t kid myself.
I know that what I seek is
Rare.
In the corners of the lips
Of everyone I pass
I sees how parched
The land is.
They find something clean enough
To survive from.
But not enough to
Heal them.
Sitting by a brown lake
A soft drizzle
The birds and frogs share secrets.
I see that what it really needs
Is movement.
Flow.
Remembering,
I know that to find external clarity
I must get clean
Inside
First.
Otherwise, I am just one more
Lost soul
Damaging the gifts I’ve so generously
Inherited.
I also received a map,
I just haven’t had the courage
To follow it,
Yet.
