stirring dinner
with little arms
around my knees
i think of
kabir’s ancient poem
“the fish in the water
that is thirsty
needs
serious professional counseling”
i have known much
wealth, poverty
guilt, innocence
unconditional love, undeserved rage
sunset from mountaintops, sunrise by the sea
a baby inside of me, a lover beneath me
inconsolable hurt, unmeasurable ecstasy
even after all of this
my lips
are still parched
i’m sorry kabir
despite your mighty mystics
i have to disagree
i refuse to believe
this insatiable thirst means
i’m ill -
instead, human
a
fragile
spinning
delicious
ablaze
human
2 comments:
There are many ways to understand this poem. For me, Kabir is referring to us swimming in the ocean of the infinite God. And, I'm not thinking he is saying we need to go to a therapist. More the emphasis is that God or realization of bliss, joy absolute is in our pocket (so to speak).
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