Neglecting the Mother Lode
Again sudden tragedy reminds me of my mortality
How fragile this shell that's made of clay
Yet with fervent worship and adoration it's exulted
And I feed its wants night and day upon demand
Assuming the role of "boss" yet, in reality, a "slave"
At times I ignore the sighs of a quiet inner spirit
The missing link to advance to a higher plane
Out of sync, I deal with insatiable desires to feel “good”
And cater religiously to my burden; this speck of dust!
While I neglect the mother lode of the gold mine within
~*~
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011
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