the weight of the world…

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watching men
carrying stones
from
the river bank
to the village
for an altar
bapa dola’s student
asked
why some men
from the village
could so
easily
manage more stones
than other men
bapa dola
said
the weight
of the stones
is changed
by
the doubt
and
fear
carried
in
each man’s heart

with the cage door open…

with the cage door open

i could not see
iron bars
rusted from years
of her tears
nor could I see
a fortified confine
that held her in place
but she paced
back-and-forth
like a caged animal
never moving beyond
the thoughts and words
of others
barriers of sound
that held her
prisoner
to her own
doubts

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the field trip…

the field trip

she had rarely
been outside
her own mind
so
this excursion
into an open space
of discussion
was indeed
a departure
from
her ritual existence
perhaps
hearing the melodic sounds
of truth
was
a pied piper moment
for her
but
then
someone asked her
that universal question
if god
is good
and
god can
and does
answer prayers
why have so many
believers died
at the hands
of sinners
she
merely uttered
perhaps god…
but
with those words
she quickly
staggered back
into the closed confines
that held
the sacraments
of her delusions