I have droughts between reading inspiring books. (Now A Place For Truth, ed. Dallas Willard ignites my thought). Hence, this poem:
The Next One
This one is the Hindu “Song of God,” the Bhagavad-Gita.
As in all journeys of spirit, the end is always at the Source.
A “Song” line plunges into consciousness:
From attachment comes desire
and from desire comes anger.
Finished, I flip the book against the bulging bookcase.
Dust motes blizzard, settle.
Memories of the book plummet
over countless others. Out of the depths
the worm wiggles in the core
I vault from the chair, snatch keys,
and streak towards the bookstore
for the next one.