Encased in indifferent ice <br />glacial heart beats slowly, coolly <br />caring less about others' needs <br />than preserving spirit's isolation; <br />or, caught in ego's snares, <br />thinks only of itself. <br />What an isolated soul it is: <br />seeing only its reflection <br />frozen in winter's frosty panes. <br /> <br />Can nothing crack the ice, <br />penetrate to spirit's depth <br />melt glacial walls <br />& let uncorrupted love enter, <br />laughing with joy? <br />Can such a heart, <br />(frigid & safe behind <br />accumulated rime) <br />ever take pleasure <br />other than isolation's illusory dance? <br />How then will it learn: <br /> <br />We all are connected; unique yet same. <br />Each of us carries Divinity's spark. <br />It matters not our heritage nor our name. <br />Disregarding others we stay lost in the dark, <br />Empty, cold & so forlorn, <br />'twere better we were never born <br />than waste our gifts in empty show, <br />Lock'd within self, nowhere to go: <br />always nose 'gainst glass press'd firm <br />Gazing outward o'er a glacial berm, <br />Surrounded by a self-made wall of ice <br />Never to know or enter paradise. <br /> <br />(Copyright 12/11/2005)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ice-bound-heart/
