Real spirit is not frail like ideal innocence.
It can never be offended by the so called weakness
of the flesh.
The spirit is not petty like that.
It crawls through the vilest gutters
nonchalant and impeccable.
It is serious, if the conditions are.
It understands total need.
And thus can’t be summoned
to cater to passions of leizure
-- which explains the spiritual void
of the postmodern age of ease.
The spirit moves only a fully committed hand.
Hesitation is a fruit of luxury.
You have space for free will only when there are options.
The starving don’t care what the food is
as the spirit possesses them fully.
