I desired fulfilling love
And sought
My liberation
A spiritual transformation
—I wanted something
More
Than everything
I’d known before.
I imagined my perfect lover
Then conjured into being
Years
Spent caring
For my mother—
Fucker!
That wasn’t what I
Wanted
To write an original tale
To find my
Voice—
The artist in me
Set free.
I thought I’d paid my dues
—So this is how
The Universe
Pays me?
Obligated
To put my dreams
And life
Aside—
Or so at first
It seemed.
Compassion
And resentment
—Another test
The battle inside of me;
Surrender and humility
If only they came easily—
Instead
They bring us to our knees
Indifferent
To our woeful pleas.
But life is infinitely more
Than everything it seems
And with its own creative schemes
In time
It answers all our dreams.
Fulfilling love?
I fell in Love
With Life
—My cosmic lover
Not only one
But everywhere
In everyone.
And of my art?
I came to understand
The materials on hand
Are all we ever need
—The artist that resides within
Wants only to begin.
