--written 33,000 feet over Abiquiú


If your first meals were taken

with the helpless

the hapless

rageful withholders of the Great Love Spark

you can be pardoned...for a while...

for reaching out to the wrong crowd.

A thirsty soul will drink most anything.

False, tasteless company can seem like sturdy shelter in a sandstorm.


The empty promise of their elixirs is well known.

Once your eyes have cleared,

if you keep drinking their poison

can you really keep blaming them

for continuing to serve it to you?


The Teacher says: Seek softer company now.


There is a whole world hidden inside this one.


The quiet faithful are showering in The Presence,

creating new gardens of belonging

behind city walls

out in the jungle

deep in the mountains

preparing for the return

of the Many-Becoming-One.

(c) 2017 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com

This poem appears in The School of Soft-Attention, now available for order from Homebound Publications or Amazon.com

Sound: "A Passage In Bronze," Robert Rich, Rainforest