I wrote a poem based on a dream I had. The dream became a metaphor for my spiritual journey. I was an officer on a submarine. I call it:
Sub-Mariners
We are travelers
Sub-mariners in a murky, viscous world
Fooled into believing
This is our home
Prophets and pray-ers
Expose the truth
Tear the skin, allowing danger in
So we can see
We like it here
Though we cannot breathe or truly live free
Our bellies filled
With empty calories
Neck deep in truth
Panic sets in
Our fragile ship
Cannot be saved
Reluctantly
We don our survival suits
And make the ascent
To the Surface
December 7, 2002
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