Ghazal Games: Poems

Disease of Self

65 Disease of Self The world’s infected. A disease of self. O divine love, grant us release of self. Create a greater whole (community) By daily giving up a piece of self. She didn’t really want enlightenment, Her soul subjected to the tease of self. A legalistic maverick, within Me lie so many Khomeinis of self. At the bare minimum, serve each other As co-workers, fire the big cheese of self. Around the thorny rose of all desires, The piercing buzz from killer bees of self. Outside approval, awards, and money Become mere fleeting victories of self. I’m somewhere folded between my childhood And future, wrinkling this faint crease of self. ...