CONFESSIONS OF AN INMATE
OF LIFE’S REHAB WARD
It becomes pretty clear
after awhile that
all life is a learning,
and that, well,
what is learned—
or if you wish,
unlearned—
is of two categories:
1) you’re not the ogre,
dimwit, pervert, mental
defective, depressive, etc
that you thought you were;
and
2) the impression
of your being
the brilliant visionary,
God’s Gift to Himself
and the World,
that your Spiritual Honeymoon
likely left you with
is not true either.
It’s a continuing sobering
from netherworld hallucinations
and delusions of grandeur.
Most of what I’ve learned,
including what I seem
to be learning this week,
I would just as soon
have remained blind too.
It hurts so much to be
divested of the special things
you believed about yourself.
All for a greater purpose, BABA,
which will include the restoration
of far greater things minus
the claim to “personal ownership.”
And if I didn’t believe that—
Oy, would I be lost!
*****
(August, 2021)
ambkj!
xox