Hold on…that didn’t come out right there.
But it’s more or less true all the same.
Let me explain.
When I was very young, I was haunted
By a spectre of religion. Or its mate.
I wanted to be holy or some such thing
I thought it was my calling. Or my fate.
I know I always wanted to be close to
The almighty. Or equivalent for you.
I thought that being enclosed inside an order
Would make all my wishes, or my holiness, come true.
I went along to nunneries and convents.
I really did! And checked the lot of them all out.
I window-shopped for suitability, you know, flavour
And questioned. God, I questioned. Have no doubt.
I was listening to a spiritual advisor. A priest, you know,
A guy who wore his collar back to front,
But even with such strange attire, you know, well backwards, I ask you,
He spoke a lot of sense and helped this little runt.
He gave me some advice I still remember.
Advice, though unexpected, held the truth,
‘Go and live and love and seek the place where
God intends to use your life and youth.’
I wandered some and dillied while I dallied,
I even checked alternatives around,
Buddhism appealed and so did Judaism
Then I soon got my feet back on the ground.
I figured that my life held many mansions,
Rooms, you know, of quantity and worth,
I figured that I knew there was a spiritual,
Something more than dying after birth.
I figured then that love was all that mattered
And that touch was all important in that task,
That hugging and, you know, a bit of the other,
Would help me help myself and others. Please don’t ask!
I figured that the course on which I travelled was pretty good,
You know, I knew it inside out.
What was the point in swapping buses on the travel,
A travail I could then, as now, just as well do without.
It never stopped my interest, fascination,
With the myriad of ways we seek our goal,
The seeking, questing ways that many look to,
The wondering how to make our fractured whole.
But, I’m lost right now, I have to just admit this,
I’m crazy with the thought that what’s the point
If all judiciaries of all religions
Want to score and somehow take over this whole joint
This little earth, you know, the place that we all live on,
What if annexing and confusion is their path,
What if Cole is right and all the myriad ministrations
Only blind us all and conquer while some laugh.
I hate the thought that maybe there’s no answer,
That all we have is only THIS, this jumped up mess,
That warfare in its many conflagrations
Is all we get. I’m sorry, I confess,
That hope, right now, this moment, right here sitting,
Is a figment like the godheads in the plays of ancient Greece,
That faith and hope, belief in goodness, people,
Is a nonsense I adhere to just for peace.
I’m sorry, yes, I am, it’s not my custom
To be lost to hope while praying for our race,
But, Jesus, jumped up saviour of my childhood
I’m begging, even now, with palms upon my face,
Let there be a way where touch and loving,
The touch of thought, the touch of minds and hearts,
The touch of souls who even still are questing
Let touch, like sex, instil, let love impart.
Sex, you see, it serves on open market,
Does the job on even blogger’s space,
It’s hidden and it’s cloistered, we all do it,
Without it there would be no human race.
All the feckin’ fighting and the stories
All the angst, for what, I have to ask,
Who hit whom and what do you believe in.
Who gives a shit. Really, this our task?!
Touch someone, hug someone, have sex or chatter
With a lover, I don’t mind the gender of,
How can any of this really matter,
We’re here and now and living. That’s our cause.
I know I’ve wandered off, I always do that,
It’s a problem, a solution for I’ll find.
Maybe in the haiku or the photo,
I’ll check them out with, always, open mind.
Love someone today,
Touch them, hands and mind and soul
Love. And be the whole.
scottishmomus 