there’s no other way out

spirituality heals
the rest kills
unearthliness tells me I can,
the rest hurls abuses, tells
me where and what I
lack

I have to go back
to the little infant that I was;
completely surrendered,
I did nothing, all was
done

I will return
to the humility that
was my very own
property, the no-pride zone
from where I was pleading
my nursing mom for 
the nipples; left or
right

no, I will not fight,
now not an iota of doubt,
otherworldliness is the
the only way to peace,
to unending bliss, 
there is no other way
out

first I intituled it as ‘the return of the prodigal’