The earth movers are
moving, rolling, crawling,
pushing and prodding,
chewing and producing,
reforming earth, not new
a spherical cycle
we cannot seem to undo
because there’s no beginning
as if time isn’t true
no start to these effects
no one to lay cause-mic blame with —
— Is there no first?
If an action is not performed
its result cannot be experienced
yet, we have results upon results
that we do not want
or right wishes ripen at wrong times —
— How did we get so messed up?
Meeting instructions time and again
only to turn to worldly things instead —
–What for?
The status? The stress? The money? The dress? The food? The car? All the gold and the stars? The sun and the moon and that catchy tune? This silly girl? That handsome guy? To hunt the deer? To swat the fly? To fuck that guy? To steal that heart? To flaunt your glory? To meet and part? To taste the spoils? To lose at war? To break most promises? To endure and endure?
What for!
Is it everything you wanted to find?
Is it a wonder to know
it’s all from your mind?
the pain and the laughter,
all the dreamlike appearance
the senses and delights
the agony and fights
we hurt our own feelings
we stab our own backs
we rob our own purses
our own courage lacks
when will we learn
to break a silly curse
we need only three words
–why do they hurt?
It’s my responsibility
No, not of this time
not of this place
not of this name
and not of this face
But causes created aeons ago
ripen around me, blow by hard blow
some happy, some sad
some angry, some blue
some maddening disasters
some friends I once knew
for so long without wisdom
I watched in horror, despair
Oh! What can I do?
No better than an earth mover
moving, rolling, crawling,
fulfilling my own wishes,
pushing and prodding,
swallowing and producing,
making new dirt, not new
a spherical cycle
we cannot seem to undo
because there’s no beginning
as if time isn’t true
no start to these causes
that produce these effects
so with patient acceptance
I now practice with perfect intention
with a pure, faithful, trained mind
remembering dreamlike appearance
to see emptiness directly
with clear wisdom eyes
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The Halfwit Writer 