More Replete Than I Should Be (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice

I asked for tea with hot milk
complaining Friday isn’t nice
“Because it’s boring” the waitress
sagely replied, I jumped on her
words – you’re quite right!
Boredom is beating me!

I ordered waffle with ice-cream
& syrup to end the space-like
boredom opened in my head
yesterday, a long time since I
sinned, would my system
see the challenge;

time to reflect on what my guru
says: All people are thoughts, I am
a thought to others – why do
thoughts create a mess in my
head? Is it last night’s dream
that led to these problems?

I dreamt of a time warp and ice-
cream melting as I drove, a strange
square face looking glum, spirit
intelligence Emmanuel says, I was
busy in esoteric realms, good heavens,
what was I doing there?

Seems ice-cream won’t survive
invisible realms – fear of losing
sensory delights can cause depleted
feelings. Though, after waffle and tea
with lovely waitress, Busi, I’m more
replete than I should have been…