Get Your Premium Membership

Detour

Tim was a poet but lost for words as he pondered the meaning of the cross

Sat by the road side of his inner world and wondered which way to proceed

His bones were weary his skin was parched the soul spired in lost ground

He was confused for left and right up down and across or around everything

Seemed to be steeped in towering void and the horizon an endless trapdoor

All begins in the womb and ends in a tomb or just scant dust strewn into the past


If I do nothing a gaping hole will swallow me in one without being whole

And while I go nowhere I won’t know where the path might have led to

A vertical vortex but surely there must be more than a circumscribed path


All streets lead to City by the Tiber and if in Rome do as the Romans

But they had nailed the Saviour to the cross in very unsavoury fashion and

Tim was of Prussian descent forged in discipline and meticulous reason

His ancestors had contorted the rood and taken the purified name of the Lord

In vain had moulded history into swords Lebensraum and the Swastika

Beyond all words and within all things they had spread the heart blood of Satan

And their demons onto the field of Flanders and the vast Russian plains quite

A cross to bear nailed into subconscious conscience and vile thorny crowns


Humanity had passed the test of cruelty aberration and contempt of the world

Tim had no faith left in Jesus and his motherly virgin left in the nib of his pen

So he turned East where the sun rises without fail and a fig tree stood tall

Portrayed an endless knot of wisdom rather than rigid perpendicular branches 


Cross legged in the lotus position and his limbs stretched to infinite limits but

No wounds in wrists and ankles scarring and scaring hell bent idols and icons

Tim listened to Oms spinning the sound of the earth and imagined chanting 

Bowls saffron robes and a third way unobscured by trivia and punishment

Four noble truths and an eightfold path surely surpassed beams at right angles


A lotus flower appeared a symbol of purity of body speech and mind with all

Roots rooted in mud where outcome detachment slides off easily from its petals


He would not cast any stones although he longed for pebbles thrown into an

Ocean of love and compassion and concentric circles of infinite kindness

His loin cloth came loose for he lost weight in contemplation and boulders

Of hopelessness shed from his shoulders lifted his spirits lightened the load


No more cave and no huge rock no mysterious lofty ascent to what some might 

Call glorious heaven no sin nor penance but a clear path to end the suffering of 

All suffering for all sentient beings one plain message one serene step at a time

As his wounds healed and scabs fell like ashes into winds of everlasting change

Tim levitated and finally grasped how to go forward and far away from the cross


28th February 2019

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 8/16/2020 12:50:00 AM
Beauty abounds in your explorations. Again, as always, expressed with frankness and finesse.
Login to Reply
Neumann Avatar
Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 8/16/2020 9:24:00 AM
Thank you Sigrid ...
Date: 3/2/2019 4:51:00 AM
I read this poem a couple of times, Kai, and were I to read it again I am sure that I would like it even more. Your style of writing is unique and strikes more than one chord! Well done! Regards // paul
Login to Reply

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry