poem

[Guest guest]

Please indulge me while I also share a poem with the list....it's the only one

I've written so you wont' be bombarded!

DIASPORA

We are refugees from the police action of the soul.

We have scattered;

Some to the mountains of Keep Busy, Don't Stop;

Others lie low in fog and swamp.

The uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach

Is me.

It's where I fled.

I crouch here and pull the strings

That make the shell lurch on.

It's difficult to decipher its needs.

I've made a few tracks for it...

From bed to kitchen, to tv to email.

The mind imagines marvels

But how to do more

Than the shocked-shell shuffle?

I've kept one trinket close;

A silver thread of hope.

Some could grab nothing

And didn't make it.

We bunker down in these detention centres

While the homewars rage on.

We yearn for our Dreaming,

But those of us who go back

To the mother country are surprised...

We still yearn

Because it's not a place;

It's our soul we have deserted.

We left it bleeding, shivering,

Silently screaming.

How do we return?

Our neighbours

Don't know we've gone.

Sometimes we don't know we've gone.

I propose a new nation;

The Land of Survivors.

And we displace no one.

No Middle East mess.

All we need do, apparently,

Is step a few millimeters

From left brain to right;

From lonely ego settlement

To connected conscious community;

Soulhome.

I've found a map.

I'm setting off right now.

Wish me luck.

And as things collapse in the 'real' world

People would do well to look to us...

We know how to survive tough times.

Cheers

s in Head