from within

Her

1967

Her, not for this life suitable,

With green eyes like two sauces,

Open smile said to be beautiful

And a touch of inner neurosis.

**

She dreams visional movies and colours

dissolved through grotesque reality,

Demanding logical and callous,

Offerings of this world banality.

**

There lives in her the knowing

By the birthright of karmic origin,

The submergence of coming and going,

An acceptance of virtuous sin.

**

Like a frog in a cream jar of struggles,

She welcomes uncertainty’s reign.

Under the threat of sharp material daggers

Keeping herself clothed and sane.

**

Yet she persists; her morality

Meets with the hard recognition:

In thriving to equal mundane reality

She has to honour her inner vision.

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