2002Jul06 (Poem)

Fluttering discordant rapidity
Before my eyes a blur
Memories and visions of the future
Are the same static
Repetitive sounds
Random rhythmic events
Separated only by confusion
Understanding virtue
And a butterfly
Moving up and down

My shakti loves another
As do I – all others in fact
The core of my heart, the center of my being
Belongs to her
Although I am betrothed to the world
I, fatefully, am my own maker
Like her
Each new moment
And I pray for the fortune
To blissfully reflect in her presence again.
Please God, relieve this heartbreak.