Thursday, June 2, 2016

John Pursch- A Poem

John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary journals. His first book, Intunesia, is available at Check out his experimental lit-rap video at He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

Our True Self

There is a certain tendency, an urge, to rush about and off and here and there on our own two feet as though we knew what the hell we were doing, meant to do, must do. How foolish. Simply put, yes, we have a purpose, but no, it is not within our power or intelligence or imagination to state, to know, to determine the nature of this destiny. We can only get out of the way, vacate, submit, and be transformed into a willing vessel, a vehicle, a receptacle, a conduit of love. Any other action begins the descent into the delusion of separateness, the pitfall of duality in the face of the mystery of timeless unity. Miraculously, we can be here now in unison with unborn and undying truth and love. The path is total surrender, complete emptying, unceasing release. It is just this moment, the scratch of pen, the gentle stir of breeze, easy breath of life, hand on forehead, softly closing eyes, silence of cathedral hall, steady air-conditioned hum, smell of candles long extinguished; ever so subtle glacial recognition and realization of the simple nature of our true self.

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