[Thespiritexpress] Confessions of a Marginal Mystic (a poem by Ed Balldinger)
Ed Balldinger
balldinger at gmail.com
Tue Feb 24 15:49:17 PST 2026
As requested by one, some, a few, or nearly all of the above to be shared
on the ever lively Spirit Express, this is a poem I read before our Recognition
Sutras study today. It's a poem from my 2009 book of poetry, *"From
Cavity's Kitchen to the Bone Comber's Home"*...
*Confessions of a Marginal Mystic *
I should have knelt in the tower
of marginal love much longer than I did.
I should have danced until my feet
were numb from moving in step.
I should have spun like a junk monkey
on the marble floors of decimation.
I should have split each hair into quarter shanks
to prove the accuracy of my own axe.
In the grainy angularity of a circular
dissension, I fell down – face forward –
out of a temple and into a shell
where over and under, I generally dwell.
I should have drained the desert dry of all
its liquid dew when once I had the chance.
I should have purified all my altered states
on the altar of figurative speech.
I should have breached the wall that
held me like a garden tilled in deep grief soil.
I should have broken out and trickled down in
streams that flow less damned than this one does.
Of the insolvent knave who’s prone to
steer, there is no direction given here –
one part Dervish; two parts lore; three
parts left as we who came before.
I could have slashed a razor gash
into the granite rock of my own spotless tomb.
I could have chosen one less cloak to wrap
myself within, spending all my pent up heat,
but I could not miss the seventh circle of a
third heaven, when the mystic within me heard
the voice of God,
and I stopped –
*to listen for once*…
*Edgar Z. Balldinger *
January 26, 2004
*© Nublin’s Pub, 2004*
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