Struggling With Our Souls
The call,
The soul
We struggle with;
Ordinary in the days,
(But) struggling in dreams
With chaos,
Anger, fright and helplessness.
A search, a fight; the dross
(Like emptying a garbage pail
With a spoon).
Impassive, impassioned, impaled,
No one’s exempt.
And just today,
Some new plane reached,
Dimensions opening and broadening
Again.
I feel it as compassion.
Mr. President, Miss Movie Star
Both in the fray,
Their pain more mine than ‘fore,
A pain that’s always fair
(It’s cosmic law)
But isn’t fun,
Struggling, as we are
Each one
Of us.
© Struggling With Our Souls 5.22.2009
I Is Always You Is; We; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Tags: 2009, the struggle for insight
