Discipleship Training.

oil on canvas by Jack Kerouac

Where’d you go

This turn around

Oh, Beautiful

truths of the

great beyond?

Where’d you go

In the morning

hours

When I finally

have It all

figured out?

And

Where’d you go

Sweet mystic

lover Of tranquility

And thought?

Did they run you

To the hills

With their murmuring

Canards of my

anarchic happenings?

They do this

They do this

to those Who feel

Open and Alive

for the very

first Time;

standing ‘front

the pearly gates

Or the depths

Of hell?

I can never tell

I can never tell

“But there’s so

much beauty in the

madness And so much

healing along the way”,

they say loud

among The gentry crowds

And assorted

inner circles

The types connected

To the cosmos

and

connected to the Stars

I hear the mothers

make mention

of the notion

More often

than not, but it’s

my father

holding precedence

The both of us

falling in and out

of refuge

like a couple

of modern day

crucifix

With pocket change

for the meter

and a stage presence

That can set the

room On fire; The song

bird voice resembling

Kerouac’s

Transcendent Locution

Whispering poetic

belligerencies

into left Ear canal

“L’amor De Dios!”

He says with

style And Grace,

A monumental clarity

Taken hold of the Flesh

and mind

Thy inner being

Bursting out with

Soulful jest

and Now I feel

What he feels

And now I see

what he sees

so much love

from the most High

when ethereal plains

being fill’d

To brim with

Heightened Awareness

And holy divinities

Washing us clean

Again and again,

Jackie-boy

and I;

Washing us clean

again