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Jack Kelly Poem
ILLUSIONS
Jack Kelly
In climbing the pyramid of technology
We have discovered new worlds;
Worlds which have distanced us
From the Spring
Which nurtures us
From the Light
Which guides us.
A thread
Has become a web
Spun with illusions
Where we have learned to
Love things and use people.
Pleasure
Wears the mask of intimacy
Where the ultimate value
Masquerades as
A Lean sculptured body
With a large bank account.
In the dance of life
When the music stops
We may discover that
We are lost and wandering alone
In a desert of spiritual isolation.
To find the path
Which will bring us back
To our Source of
Nourishment and light
We must walk the wilderness between us, and
Transform it
By gentle and persistent efforts
Into a garden of solitude
Where we can nurture each other
With acts of kindness, unselfishness, and love.
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Jack Kelly Poem
PARROTMAN
Jack Kelly
The parrot proudly perched
On the branch outside her cage
As she sang her song of freedom
As she danced upon her stage.
And all who passed did marvel
At the sounds she did expel
At the beauty of her pagentry
And the story she did tell.
But when she finished singing
Her keeper hooked her chain
Her eyes soon filled with sorrow
Her face soon filled with shame.
And I couldn’t help but wonder
I couldn’t help but guess
At why she didn’t fly away
Why she settled for less.
But then I saw a mirror
Reflections of my past
The treatment centers I’d walked into
The recoveries that didn’t last.
T’was then that I remembered
T’was then that I recalled
The boundaries of a cage
Are more secure than freedom’s call.
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Jack Kelly Poem
SLEEPING GIANTS
Jack Kelly
Each seed I see
Comes wrapped in a cloak
Filled with pregnant potential;
Waiting to be awakened
By a benevolent Spirit
Whose potent power
Transforms hard shells to
Soft, fragrant flowers.
Each person I see
Comes wrapped in a cloak
Filled with pregnant potential;
Waiting to be awakened
By a benevolent Spirit
Whose potent power
Transforms base instincts to
Noble virtues.
Neither fame nor fortune
Can achieve such transformation
But only a soul
Willing to surrender
To the womb of silence
Within.
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