Offering

I have bowed down, I have stooped low.

The idol that I carry is enough to crush me: it is my weight in gold.
A burden to the weary beast I have laid upon myself, atop my breast -
I've taken no relief or rest from this bondage.


"Listen to me," a stranger calls from not so far away.
"I will pay you for the load you bear, you need only give it up to me."
Laughing, I despise the offer, though sweat drips down my face.
Were I to relinquish this prized possession, I would lose what I hold most dear.
I fear what there could be to gain, and so I polish my idol again.


I speak to it, caress its face.
It knows no cares, nor feels disgrace.
Even though I receive no voice or touch in return,
I'll hold it like some weight of gold I earned.


In dreams at night I sometimes hear that stranger's voice,
Whispering softly to the essence of my heart.
The offer that I feel I only can refuse.
The offer of a choice - yet I can't choose
Save choose to cling to this terrestrial form.


Yet still the stranger watches, not so far from where I lie.
Salvation lingers and so do I.

Change

What a loaded word; and i don't mean the kind you keep in your pockets..Change is a volatile thing, it cannot be commanded or controlled..it threatens to break things, to shatter them to pieces, alterring so you could never recognize..
But sometimes, if Change feels generous, it might promise to restore and revive..it is this kind of change that many in this world are afraid of..so comfortable with their ordinary lives..if Change moved in to stay, to reform their living liberality, they might themselves be moved..
Others oppose Change..set all odds against it, praying to detain it, hoping to restrain it..but these prayers are in vain, and there is change - standing in the doorway..
"How rude you are not to let us know that you have come, a simple knock would suffice," but Change locks the door, dismissing their advice..
The winds of Change have a motive all their own..each from his perspective thinks he knows it..but the mind of the wind cannot be known, cannot be thrown around or pinned to the floor..Change is coming sooner than you think..
Will you open your heart or will Change knock down your door?

IGNORE (it)

There's a troublesome cry in the dead of night
Yet, helplessly, I wait despite it all - despite it all.
In my dreams I hear the awful sound,
But other noises help to drown it out so I can sleep.

To think that I could not wake up at all
To ever see what isn't in my way.
Ignorance is ludicrous, yet wonderful;
'Cause I don't have to know.

(I don't want to know.)

The other day I saw a girl with a cardboard sign beside the road:
"Anything helps"
Do I look or do I turn away?
Do I hand her change and wish her on her way?
What do I say?

I don't want to know what's going on outside my comfort zone.
Oh no, don't tell me, 'cause I don't want to feel that I should help
Someone but myself.