All of us started out
playing sandlot ball,
with teammates named
Rick, Les, Mickey and even Shelly,
the errant girl on our team. Not
one of us even had a concept
about losing- which we would
all come to know too much about
later in life.
The years of measuring our losses
and our waning wins, came and went
like a roughhewn pitcher was throwing
us only heat. Eventually though, for those
of us lucky ones who began to disassociate
ourselves from the game of counting
just who won and who lost-we found,
at least, some solace in our Beloved coach
keeping us in the game.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.