Outside the door I fear a great abyss
Or an empty landscape like the Moon
The world seems mad and  men are enemies

No more  do I desire a lover’s kiss
For he I love cannot undo his doom
Outside the door I sense a great abyss

If only life were what we wish
With love and peace in every living room
The world seems mad and  men are enemies

We hollow  folk desire less emptiness
Yet if  it’s filled  with song who knows the tune?
Outside the door I  panic , O abyss.

No public world, no God  encompasses
The leader mimics serpent  and baboon
The world seems mad and  men are enemies

With the rhymes and beat we calm and sooth
We seek to comfort and to you amuse
Outside the door I  sense  God’s great abyss
Whoever dreamed the world was made like this?

 

 

 

 

Pray,Father give me your blessing.It is a month since my last Confusion
Are you in the right place? We deal with sin not madness
Well, you certainly have plenty  of sin to deal with now the secrets are spilled
Don’t come here to tell me of Wickedness
Just about my petty sins?
That’s right.
Well,I envy my wife.She is more intelligent than me
Surely marriage is not a competition!
Well, it’s either lover or power and power seems to be our mode
Can’t you   move into another one
Well, power,love,indifference…
Can’t you have a mixture?
Indifference ain’t much use except towards  those who goad us into spending money
One day you could have power and the next your wife.
It sounds like a Play.
Well, all the world’s a stage….
Did you make that up
Of course I did,Do you think I plagiarise?
I don’t even know what it means.Is it sexual?Some new way to bliss
I doubt it  although copying is the main way we learn
Like that book, the Imitation of Christ
What a silly name.As if we could imitate God!
So we imitate the Evil One
Sometimes I feel he is imitating us.
You must hear strange things,Father
I wonder if they are hallucinations or real people
Oh,dear.Maybe you  think too much
How do we stop?
That’s what we all wonder!

 

And so do all of us

I built a wall to save me from my foes
Now I am imprisoned in my home
Ten locks keep closed the many inner doors
And my anxious spirit   cannot roam

If I fall, nobody can get in
If I die, unburied I will lie
I am kept from  fruitless origin
Behind the mask of boldness I am shy

I may have talent  useful to this  land
I may be loved by  good and merry man~
My life flows down like bitter,bitter sand
Soon my opportunities are gone

Too many doors and walls  make us afraid
Too few may leave us in  sorry state