It seems, at least to me,
This striving to lead a “spiritual” life.
To think all the time of “spiritual” things,
To speak all the time of “spiritual” things,
To read all the time of “spiritual” things.
Associating only with the “spiritual”.
I quit before graduating,
It all having become,
In the simplicity,
Of a very “normal” life,
I found all that I had sought so long,
In the extraordinary world of the “spiritual”.
Here, in the Horror and Ecstasy of embodiment,
In the dream of apparent objects and form.
Here, living as a blind drunkard,