Stuck in Paradise

With a great hush of orthodoxy
this sacrament on a cliff face
sits groaning beneath the weight
of its own romantic mythology.
Wide-eyed guests wander the grounds,
zealously guarding their human potential,
and staff struts, self-absorbed,
quixotically exploring their absence
from the world and blindly suffering
the accretions of an insular life.
Stuck for a spell to this loadstone
of the West Coast, this asylum of need,
some imagine deliverance, and some
even transcendence—the next step—
but while their proximity to paradise
promotes the notion of movement
it depletes the ability to move,
and most are left wanting more
of Esalen and its opaque perfections.


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