A Firing Squad
A spiritual master’s words of upliftment
about love for self, inner sanctuary, true
love as goodwill towards all men, eternal
bliss; are not helping as I sit here with my
digestion disrupted, white as a sheet
Feeling overpowering fatigue - spiritual
education does not work for a sick body,
I am the most unevolved human being,
only one concept makes sense: life is
a degenerative disease - I cannot
withdraw into my inner citadel while my
body is in hell, my safe fortress against
a tempestuous world is going to pieces
in the heat, I am nauseous and wish I
were dead already - if I am a creator
As the wise guru says, then I am one of
the worst, creating subhuman conditions
in an overheated building and destroying
my life by ingesting germs in my stomach
- if I were really capable of creation
I would have created a firing squad to take
me out of this life, tackling the problem of
being my own companion for all eternity
as and when it arises; even without the
perfect love for self as recommended
I prefer rest in the grave to the pain in
my digestive system…
simply beautiful write with wonderful imagery .....if i were really capable of creation/i prefer the rest in the grave to the pain in my digestive system...
Intelligence sometimes misguides the heart to speak its own. The poet keeps here a project to form a firing squad for taking her own life out from herself...if it could be possible !...But we the reader feel the poet somehow weak to some other point (spiritual or physical/social)...so she can't take the risk of firing herself by her own hand. Religious fear which we inherit by birth ? Or, She loves her life much more than the Guru who feels the rock only not the stream inside its hardness ?...but pain in the digestive system is really unbearable who suffers !...Excellent sending. Thanks for sharing.