I Can Write But I Can’t Speak
I can write but I can’t speak.
It’s as if God says,
“You have a message. Write the words.
I’ll give written words a glaze,
But eloquence that can be heard’s
Off limits, for I slow you down
For honesty, integrity:
To kill the vanity you’ve sown.
I’ll make you stumble, clumsy, dumb,
Sounding somewhat girlish.
I’ve obscured your verbal self
So that you can’t impress.
I keep you in the house
So you must guess
What is and what is not success.
Left there to stammer,
Lose my language;
In a sandwich
Of aphasic doublethink,
The phrases weak,
My karma manifestly leaking,
Left to do my dharmic seeking,
(Swim or sink)
Through scribbled, scratched and silent ink.
I Can Write But I Can’t Speak 2.11.2003
The quest for self's dharma as been solved.