The Next One

I have droughts between reading inspiring books. (Now A Place For Truth, ed. Dallas Willard ignites my thought). Hence, this poem:

The Next One


This one is the Hindu “Song of God,” the Bhagavad-Gita.

As in all journeys of spirit, the end is always at the Source.


A “Song” line plunges into consciousness:

From attachment comes desire

and from desire comes anger.


Finished, I flip the book against the bulging bookcase.

Dust motes blizzard, settle.


Memories of the book plummet

over countless others. Out of the depths

the worm wiggles in the core


I vault from the chair, snatch keys,


and streak towards the bookstore


for the next one.



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