*

in darkness I gathered
knowledge success and fame
they spell as bulimia none filling

as far as I let the ego talk louder
it forged my thoughts I was right
of course everyone else wrong

gently I was allowed to run
kindly led to a revelation’s
my own throne was darkness

I had no power to leave
blindness bounded me
I was out of touch but for him

.

.

.

.

.

“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. This one overlaps into August. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the Search Window to the right.

.

.