I hid
not afraid 
but ashamed 
so many 
questions swirled 
about me 
like sirens 
and torrents 
tormenting even
my sleep 
and die
I did
seeking rest
none came 
and so
I resurrected 
and resumed 
my march 
to happiness 
for Heaven 
turned away 

I admit now
that I’d died
maybe not all 
but a portion 
and the rest
froze went dormant 
went into stasis 
and I operated 
this hollow carcass 
from deep inside 
as the world 
swirled around me 
I stay tucked 
deep down inside 
until a town
in some mountains 
took the time 
to look inside 
and say it’s 
okay you’re safe 
here it’s time 
to come home 

Oh little monkey 
off my back
find your way 
back to cup
and the organ
play music there
sing your song 
into the ears
of the curious 
and easily fooled 
for here you’ll
no longer find 
any spare change 

I prefer knowing 
that it’s done 
whatever it is 
silencing my mind 
it’s like truth
I’d rather know 
than always wonder 
unfinished business and 
secrets like chores
pick away at 
my peace now 

Perhaps present 
is not 
a place
but an
expression of
pure gratitude 
a being
of humility 
and of
kindness and 
blessings and 
of grace