Brian’sPoems

Primal Clarity

...through an open heart.

The real work
is digging in the ground.

Who says so?
Rumi does.

And also anyone who’s ever
stooped beneath the sun to touch
something which at first may be
too frightening to handle.

For in that mud and soil
are alien insects,
along with the blood and bones
of forgotten generations.

So on a wintry day
it’s easy for me to look
at a patch of muddy ground
with maybe a cow or two
searching for some grass to eat,
and think a bit restlessly,
What is my life about?

Truth be told,
the only way for me
to know anything bigger
than the hellish nightmare
called my imperial ego
is to writhe in that mud
until I recognize my being
in its primordial state.