Touch the Frail Holy Grail
Holiness is within,
the penance paid for sin unspeakable,
journeys seeking truth,
unmistakable calm,
the sweet simplicity of youth.
I never knew it.
Growing up looking toward the future, I missed it.
Maybe thirty years and I will guess it...
the answer i have looked for is in my closet,
tucked away,
a secret.
Waiting for the day I would wear that suit,
dress up for the lady charming,
swill me,
woo me..
lay me.
Always there I just don’t see it.
Mystery silent can I speak it.
What is the hang up?
Thirty feet until we hang-up on the shore,
wandering is over bro
we found the floor of the ocean, it surrounds us.
Solid sand grounds us pushing dunes to ripples.
Suck at the nipples of your reality,
nurse at what was taught,
the fears are shattered.
Food shared among the masses we find simplicity.
A feeling that what we have is all we need.
Feed me.