I’m forced to walk where my feet go
I’m forced to wonder on what I know
I’m forced to move by winds of mind
I’m forced to suffer, for I’ve been unkind
I’m forced to walk where my feet go
I’m forced to wonder on what I know
I’m forced to move by winds of mind
I’m forced to suffer, for I’ve been unkind
Am I a menace?
A mara? A demon?
Will no one tell me?
Will they simply write a book about me
after I die?
Or will I be blasted into forgetful oblivion, purposefully?
What delight did I lack, will I lack,
force others to abandon
with my mara-induced delusions?
(autism, they call it now)
refusing responsibility – still!
a demon to this day
poor quality on display
Brother Fabjan, rescue me 🙏
please don’t make a mockery
of my life’s work, of my plays
of my dreadful mimicry,
the plagiarism of youth
in poor taste – ah! I know!
But despondency after death
is a hell realm, and – alas! –
I was merely reborn human
again – ah! But not to torment you
still! A demon you say!
Oh brother Peter Fabjan!
You could not rescue me!
So this lifetime, I turn instead
to a Spiritual Guide,
Buddha Shakyamuni’s continuum,
and, in constant manifestation,
his teachers!
I am grateful, finally,
to shed this shadow of karma
which reeks of dreadful delusion,
this familial mockery, betrayal
– no doubt I returned or would return in kind –
finally, I get to cleanse such evil minds!
Alas! I am grateful!
Thank you, my brother