Old Knees

Old Knees



I carry in my knees

The weight of the world on my shoulders

I carry those

Whom I do not perceive as capable

Of travelling their own road.


Lifetimes have I stood here in this ego space

Guru to seekers whom I saw as weak.

Weak calls to weak!

How fragile then my sense of Spirit

How little trust

In godmankind.




Exhale uncertainty and deep conceit

Empty my knees of pain,

Of other people’s luggage


Curbside pickup

Free of charge

This entry was posted in Poems From the Meditation Space and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Old Knees

  1. Pat Cegan says:

    These made me applaud, laugh, and shake my head as I have to raise my hand and say, “Guilty.” Not only am I guilty, I had to have a total knee replacement a few years ago. Lots of wisdom here, as always. Hugs, pat

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s