The Land of the Living
In the land of the living
We all choose to die
For the bodies we live in
Do not give us life,
As hearts become battered
Our hands become tied
Behind backs that are broken
And minds full of lies
That see what they want to
Without open eyes
And, hearing the bell toll,
Grow fearful of time.
In the realm of occurrence
We’re barely alive,
Clinging to history
By which we’re defined
And deaf to the whisper
From deep down inside,
Reaching to surface
The suffering tide
Of rampant emotion
To gently remind
That under the current
Still insight resides.
In the kingdom of spirit
We ought to arrive
After seeking for naught
But the strength to survive
Until we are broken
By forces maligned
And beg just to feel
The relief we can’t find
From sources external -
The more that we try,
One way becomes clearer
In whom to abide.
This poem is essentially about the struggle between flesh and spirit, and the physical death that is gradual and painful until we embrace the beauty of the blossoming spirit.
ReplyDeleteYou can feel the struggle, I was thinking it was about our inner spirit fighting the failings of our humanity in order to be part of the divine...
ReplyDeleteIt's very thought provoking...
I have traveled this path before, as have many who have gone before us, and expressed myself in writings, but never so eloquently. I turned to scripture somewhere in Is: "I lifted mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cameth my strength. My strength cameth from the Lord"
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