A poem I wrote about a fear I was having, that spiritual growth might actually lead me to a life of bland, emotionless monotony. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.
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There is a concern I hold
And cannot seem to shake
Joy sounds fucking boring
Is passion what’s at stake?
You say there’s no desire
When I follow in the light
Will I be trapped in spotless day
And lose the thundering night?
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My full collection of poems from a year and half of spiritual awakening is available as a book:
Through Swamps and Jungles: Poems from a Spiritual Awakening.
