Seeker Magazine - December 2004

AVANT SOUL

Rhapsodies in Words

to reawaken our fascination with the ever-original SOUL

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Just Possibly an Ocean

(walking shallows)





ah, the walking shallows


are they

in your neighborhood?


                                ( cue music )

some of them - could be
a deep well
or a pond
or even
a coffee cup, mug?

                    it's all bodies
                        portable containers / bodies of knowledge
                            spaces & places

                                Containers of grace to fill the soul.

But most
walking shallows

are splish - splashing

    lot of droplets

        not much depth -

You can try to fill them up
but their cups - containers
can't hold much.    Feeling a little dry / i feel like crying -



            They're walking shallows
                    don't i repeat don't -
                take it personally


                    there isn't sufficient depth
                    enough experience possibly

                    by design


There simply isn't a place
for substance to be stored.          don't be floored
                                you're not the groundskeeper
                                of portable plastic gardens.    

                                        who appointed you - - mother nature?


The energy is this /
no matter how much     you water them
                        it doesn't soak in

once i even turned a hose on one
and it actually rolled off          my tears, that is!


            of course that was my watering hose
                and it was sunday
            and i was filled with luminous hope from church


But the spirit didn't hold
guess the person was too holy?    Oh
HO HO holy, it's our holy days.


we can't just go watering & nurturing people praying they could grow
                                    funny - each of us
                                    wanting sacred connections
                                    to something
                                            or someone


You seek perhaps to fill them up
but your efforts merely create wasteful overflows

            or worse
            drip -
              drip -
                  drips  


Off the expectations, they must fall,
once the shallow end is full, the rest has nowhere to go

and if you try to carve them deeply
or get to the bottom

They get angry or brittle
or stiff and break
then they get punctured.    when you pierce someone trying to help
                              you simply make a mess

they have no pockets of understanding
to contain what you'd truly like to give

Some of them dress quite nicely
giving appearances of passable depth

but they are merely walking shallows
walking shallows

And no matter how much you desire to fill them
or be fulfilled by them, your thirst can't ever be sated


Unless of course you too are a walking shallow
you could not know the difference!  



hey it's only a poem lighten up
i'm sure you're very deep maybe the bottomless deep!



               
just possibly

                an ocean



(Copyright 2004 by Darius Gottlieb. No reproduction without express permission from the author)


You're invited to visit Darius' website for more of his photographs and his music at Art Bliss


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