While entering a place of meditation placed high up in a Sikh temple, I felt a wobble in my soul. Here is a description of it.
something of staff or stick
of cane or walker
that help us wobble past
Broken Railings
ascent
descent
while striving
up to the illusive god of power
and I the victim
a fear of falling
bearing the stigmata of
divine intimacy
by Lutia Lausane, copyright Just Peachy Productions November 2018
