Heaven's Sweets
My hands stretch
one over the other
climbing I
to higher things.
But since my very destination
means things behind
and below
recede;
are these heady clouds
enlightening
or merely isolating,
clouding my judgment
so to speak
as I,
on my journey
sever myself
from common things?
Such a dilemma
in separating out
oneself
for the separate pursuit
which might satisfy the mind
but which leaves behind
and below
the grounding
necessary to have enlightenment
mean more
than mere self- indulgence.
Can bliss be solitude;
aloneness,
can I if I reach there
be happy
living only on my inside bliss?
Can I aspire to even teach
this bliss
to others which
can only see
their own
solitary journeys?
How to communicate
Heaven's Sweets
if I and I
cannot break concentration
to speak to thee?
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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