Mediation

No no there is no answer here
You know that
been looking for years
Since when did the answer ever come
Here
Call or tempt
Call and tempt?
Whoever can show me discernment
Has pointed me to the well of life.

Why is it I can sit and feel in one instant
The peace of God
in my limbs
And yet the next idle fruitlessly
With hooks tugging at my veins?

Peace is quiet and gives no answer.
Peace is merely peace.
But without an answer,
I cannot keep my peace.

How droll.

I have searched the world for masters
guides and love,
and have learned love
a fickle guide
impossible to master.

If there is a true guide,
it is not my spirit,
and if there is a true love,
I am not its master.

Perhaps it follows from the habit
That I cannot trust tomorrow
In any shape, form or possibility.

I have forgotten
how to give myself,
having given all too much,
at wrong times, wrong places,
wrong ways, and often to wrong faces.
Soul closed and cold
as the wounded body that holds it.

Anger too lingers at the threshold,
pointing its finger
Saying
You you and you!
While I am weak in my own weakness,
Anger stands there where
I am too slow to resist.

I curse God daily,
Because I know of all that is
God bears a curse best;
Yes of all imagining God
seems happiest to bear it.

Oh may the Spirit stand
Between me and all others,
Eternally.

This a comfort,

A comfort to my being.

For this is the secret,
secret herb to take
away love's sting.

If you have understood it,
You have understood everything.

But I warn you,
You know not what I do.
For neither do I,
So how should you?