Friday, 15 June 2012

I'm leaving the Club

while a gifted moon,
doing her job, happens
like clockwork in a dark-blue sky.

I remember sperm and egg
- that we (luminous beings) - occur -
and then enter a given old name.

Not our Truth – no - that’s a frying pan flaring
suddenly – forging up and out
one day - when we remember to recall,
beyond a social club, our One Real Name.

1 comment:

  1. Very nice...I always have to read poems multiple times because I am more of a linear thinker. This one made me think and I BELIEVE you are talking the cycle of life and self awareness...let me know if it got it right!!!