I Am Lost
He read my poems today,
With his glasses slanted and his lips pursed tightly,
and quickly said,
“These are the poems of a lost soul”,
I thought in my defensiveness,
“Oh no, no not me,
I am not a lost soul”
And then I watched him,
talking to his people.
And he was found.
Oh yes,
He had found a way,
To speak in his deflecting terms of his complex mind,
To live in the dogma of what is right and wrong,
To be validated in his idea of success,
And of course,
To be found With his skill,
Of pleasing them.
And for a wince of the moment,
I was jealous of his foundness,
And then God,
You whisper to me,
With your wisdom kisses,
“Yes my darling,
you are lost,
Lost in the rapture of my heart,
And me in yours,
You have Lost the pleasure of pleasing, of figuring it all out, of living without heart”.
So yes,
You will find me,
This lost soul,
Playing wildly in the lost and found,
With those lost in this rapture of divine love,
Please, oh no please,
Don’t ever take me out of,
This Lost and Found…