Scratching the Walls
(To read the first part click here)
* * *
What’s wrong with my work?
generally nothing
but once more
than I can bear
around me
the flesh
deteriorating
but ten too many
I see
how the flesh
dulls the spirit.
What is spirit
it turns grey
Too many young faces
no wrinkles but grey
in face
sexuals turned
to asexuals
- homosexuals
heteros and
bi –s
autosexuals turned to
asexuals –
the grey hue
sneers at labels
who cares
I am a fetish
of white blood cells
* * *
If all religions
try to keep
spirit alive
after death
is because
flesh can be
such a betrayal
think of all the pests
in thousands of years.
the grey hue
who cares
about separating
spirits
if the flesh
can effect the spirit
so much?
I put my hand
on their heads
and become a
vessel
goddess bless this
child of yours
+ let her be at ease
with life
and let her be
content and
without pain
I don’t need
to believe
I become a vessel
for the energy
of other believes.
From where I stand
now
looking around
everything could be
the ultimate
meaning
or everything could be
meaningless
from where I stand
I care
and
I don’t care
I see
everything could be
connected
or absolutely coincidental
or a combination
of both.
If there was any purpose
to make meaning
in creation
it is half failed.
If there was no purpose
at all
it is half failed as well.
We will never be
completely meaningful
or completely meaningless
in our existence
well it has half succeeded
* * *
I close the book
there is smile bubbling
to the surface
from deep down
my soul
an effortless smile
a truly natural
smile
which likes to stay
and manifest itself
as part of my
feature
my eyes unfocused
looking around
capturing the general
sky blue
the substance of soul
is poetry
and the form
it chooses to express
delights
it delights itself
and that is enough
life becomes worth
the smile
* * *
I reread
my eyes fill with a
fluid joy
have I at last
stepped on you soil?
do you understand
my mother’s tongue
or my baby’s song?
have I now entered
this land?
will you now
hold my hand?
+ walk in slow motion
around
and delight lightfast
in meeting my soul
Could we now
share this land
of language
the words
Could we share
the soul of the language
and the smile of
well-like satisfaction
Could we share the come from + going to?
Vida Kashizadeh
15th February 1995