Just thinking . . .

E-go has been by my side
and in my mind
whispering to me
like a puppet master
as I dangled
and danced
to a tune
that I find disheartening.

And for as long as I can remember.

Much like the cigarettes
that I have inhaled
we’ve shared
many a moon together
and sometimes
we have howled
and even growled
at imagined transgressions
of self and others.

It gets old.

My Spirit begins to rise
within me
calming me
shushing my mind
of erratic thoughts
and non-climatic
frustrating
mapped out jaunts
that I have taken
within this cerebral
thing, called mind.

Mine ? Yes, it is.

Yeah, it gets old.

The struggle continues
as I stretch myself
reaching for harmony
and balance
lifting the chalice
to my mouth and lips
that sometimes
still . . .
spew and spill ugliness
and poisonous juice
when all I really want
is Spirit and truth.

Love’s Spirit take claim
of me, erase my mind
of the egocentrically
delusional diversions
and merge with me . . . again.

© Janet P. Caldwell ~ July 27, 2013

www.janetcaldwell.com/duality/

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