It feels so useless to share my passions with <br />others, it seems to be meaningless to show <br />them the pictures I love, wonderful exciting <br />ideas and theories that mystify me <br /> <br />My listeners were mystified, Newton’s mechanics <br />would be enough, nobody inspired by quantum <br />physics, no-one jumped up and down with me, <br />everyone focused on pain and loss <br /> <br />Politics, earthquakes, tsunamis, conflagrations, <br />contemporary events and lack of a clear French <br />foreign policy; fighting, torture and death; while <br />I am thinking of atom smashers <br /> <br />Leaving traces only when microscopic particles <br />smash into each other – all spiritual New Agers <br />agree that all people know subliminally when <br />all kinds of upheavals will be <br /> <br />And willingly choose to participate; but I must hide <br />this insight for fear of being crucified, people did <br />not even exempt Sherlock Holmes and Arthur <br />Findlay from disgrace and contempt <br /> <br />When they expressed their convictions regarding <br />life after death - what can a poor little translator, <br />suffering every political lecture where no-one <br />has heard of Ayn Rand and her philosophy <br /> <br />- that the true altruist jumps into the cannibal’s pot <br />to be eaten, sacrificing life for the well-being of <br />fellow human beings - say; when confronted <br />with Western materialism? <br /> <br />I sway under the attack of cynical Western belief <br />in exclusive sensory reality, my spirit suffering as <br />I strive to hide my spiritual convictions - my <br />power spent - my heart bleeding….<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2011-03-17-my-heart-bleeding/
