Desires from Modern Suburbia [Matrix V2]

I earnestly desire to be affected spiritually
for God to whisper moving words to me while I sleep
and fill my lungs with zealous fever

Or to find a sense of inner balance in the I Ching
and to know that every speck of dust, blade of grass, and human being
has its place

Or struggle to grasp the infinity that is a day and night of Brahma
and be humbled by the immensity of the gods
as we wait for the dance of Vishnu and Shiva to end

I want to find my inspiration like the old Romantics did
finding divinity in the petals of a white oleander
and purpose in the sweeping surges of mountain rock
or a reflection of myself
in the mighty roots of an ancient redwood digging deep into earth

I want to be moved by something larger than my existence
to find a beautiful truth in the ugliest of places
in a great and terrible war or on a sun drenched beach in Algeria
or at a carousel in an early morning downpour

I need my own vision quest
my own Anne Frank
my own Mt. Eerie
my own Vietnam
my own Plague
my own Walden Pond

but all I have is this life of
suburban comfort
and television warmth
surrounded by godless cement