Geist

 

Geist

 

Composure

Is union with all that struggles

Action, consistency

Not underlined ethics

Not proselytized intellectualization

Hum, blend, shift the within

I am riding this beast

With long breathing

Elevating my seven altars

My lidded self peeking out aware

As my mystic chides

The ego for its story telling

I am twinned

Conjoined by color weaving

Humanity

Is still so very brittle

Each layer tithed to the next til

The god has become unrecognizable

In our expectations

I exhale

I let it go

Reviews

[San Herman Lopez a.k.a...]

Nice I enjoyed this poem...

Not proselytized intellectualization
Hum, blend, shift the within
I am riding this beast
With long breathing
Elevating my seven altars...

I have to read this a few more times, so much is said is such few words...Good job!