Won’t you join me in believing anything is possible?
07.06.20
Won’t you join me in believing anything is possible?
07.06.20
Where do you feel the music?
07.03.20
the tedium of days
with their fits and starts
a haunting melody
lacking rhythm
lacking rhyme
a humdrum routine
safe, content, but lacking life
Where is the life?!
excuse me, for every so often
I must exclaim
there’s something pent up —
they call it rage?
desperate yearning?
I can’t explain!
but it has to come out!
how much can I take?
(thankfully art is a good outlet)
now my prayer be heard by all
I just want to meet a happy person!
doesn’t have to be particularly
handsome or tall
(not that that’s not nice)
never mind lover! maybe friend?
it’s a very very mad world
and the time for being particular is near
end
but we’re not there yet!
how about a little happiness?
I’m not some joker
‘put-a-smile-on’-quack
just a halfwit out of whack
who to some could be a little woker
(not gonna happen
you’ll never guess why)
so with all that exclaimed and said
I must admit what I want instead
is to keep my queen-sized empty bed
and lose the roommate I’m lucky to stand
but would much rather be alone each night
I am never so lonely – I’m always alright but
mixing the mind
with the depressed masses
has brought invisible clouds
to winter’s false sunny days
lacking warmth
lacking love
it’s that time of year
hawks swoop and call up above
while this nest remains cluttered
with dog fur of all things, poison
what can I do but wait and pray?
what can I do but appreciate
these lucky opportunities for easy practice
things were once difficult
and could be hard again
so upon which minds will you depend?
(I hope the happy ones!!)
if the days grow long and tedious
simply rejoice and practice
there’s never need for sorrow, tears
when refuge in Dharma abounds
once more, rejoice!
let the ring go
those who know will know
let go
let joy arise
I considered using a plant metaphor
but I kill most plants
I don’t know anything about
growing leafy things
only recent experience in
how to keep something alive
but I imagine a tiny sprout
protruding from the ground
I clearly see this sprout
I look around
– no one else notices –
I wonder what kind of plant it’s going to be
this little shoot
I start to wish it will become
a wish-fulfilling tree
I know such trees exist, have existed
in this world, in other worlds
and though rare, difficult to find,
I know such saplings exist!
I cannot ask for anyone’s help,
because even if this plantlet
is to become this rare tree,
no one will identify it correctly —
it would be discarded! —
and I just have this really strong
feeling in my gut
that I have come across the growing sprout
of a wish-fulfilling tree!
I’m keen to protect it, and help it grow
but I’m really really good
at killing all things green –
they don’t need help, it’s cyclical –
and I really feel like I can’t talk
about this rare treasure
with anyone I’ve met,
because, let’s be real,
people are, like, really good
at murdering dreams
so I just wish to myself,
(pray)
please, please may I have found
a wish-fulfilling tree
please, please, help me nurture it
and please help me not kill it
I know I’m so so so good at killing
familiar with the action, as I’ve been
please, don’t let me become
attached to the idea of the tree
that somehow wish-fulfilment will grant me
happiness – I know it won’t!
I know it is my virtue – but still!
Think of all the good I could do,
granting all those wishes,
with wisdom of course
I would never abuse my power
I act with self-lessness
and still, I confess
I do not have even the wisdom to know
what kind of sprout I have found
or if I have found
anything at all
for I’m the only one who sees
this plant, so small
perhaps it is just a shadow
of desire that grows in the dirt
How can I know?
I have placed upon the shelf
the feeling
for later
it’s insecure
incorrectly placed
never found the stud
I don’t know why such a weightless gift
should appear so heavy
it will likely fall
not the for the first time glass
has shattered
infinite and
finite sharp crystal gems
allowed to cut again
weapons cast upon the floor
because I was afraid,
I guess
why else
was such a lovely
feeling
shelfed?
Where does it come from and how does it move through you?
06.29.20
Where am I?
06.08.20