My Whole-Ass Spiritual Journey (up to Nonduality)

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The poems mentioned:

TO TOUCH THE BLUE

Sometimes when I look up I see
No clouds, not even one or two;
It’s then I know deep in my heart
That someday I will touch the Blue

The lucky birds that fly above,
The happy ones that sing to you,
Are happy, really, just because
They know how to touch the Blue

Oh! If I could only fly,
I’d teach the ones I love how to
So we could share the wondrous joy
Of reaching up to touch the Blue

Astronauts, they just break through,
But I could surely touch the Blue.

BURN POEM

I am the Earth
or some other
unassuming blue-green planet;
My cold crust has grown hard with years,
my heart is a slab of granite.

But still the core,
its fires of Creation burning
with melancholy violence,
Strains to burst and kill the presumptions
that have thriven in the fertile soils of silence.

I remain floating
somewhere in the middle;
the fire terrifies, the cold slowly kills.
Which life? Which path? I can’t decide.
My heart softly withers, or it bursts as it fills.

Oh, the earth, so dear,
has gotten by for so long,
though it was never meant to be this way:
Terraformed, stomped on, developed and distorted
until the fire might decide to go away.

Am I mad?
Do I want to be?
They tell me to be quiet.
But I feel, perceive, and love and hate,
and try as I might, I can’t deny it.