Meditation

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Tie the thread to the farmer!
Marry the Bride to the Groom!
Arrange a wedding for five billion people,

We are approaching the end!

Road rage is the immediate,
And sudden reconfiguration of,

A prior expectation and we are doing well,
The old lady, the Guru and I,

We are making effort.

It is,
In this moment,
A crisis which kills on the streets of America, and
People are cruel.

Just off the ashen pavement, obsidian in the dark,
A boy is playing PlayStation, so –

Kurukshetra! Ping,
Lakshmi! Ping,
Mohammed! Buddha! Ping, ping.

The lady looks hypnotised,
I am cold,
And people are cruel.

They have left the Guru here and gone to bed,
Can you imagine that?

♦Picture♦ PJ Kaiser

– evocative, short poetry –

How to save the world

 

He was at my gate this morning,
Sad puppy dog eyes,
Big as the moon.

Someone had left him there,
Can you imagine that?

I’d just come in from meditation with,
A guru who says,
That the Supreme Soul is called Baba,
That we are planting sweet, suckling trees and that
We all need be sweet,
Sweet souls, so we can harvest,
Corn.

There are three of us,
The Guru, an Old lady and myself,

It’s a dark 4am morning,
The world is quiet,
My toes are numb,
And there is more.

We are to,
Tie our thread to the farmer,
Marry the bride,
To the groom,
Arrange a wedding for five billion people because
We are approaching the end.

He says that,
When half the world is awake,
The other half is asleep,
-so we are doing well-
That at 4am we’re fully beta wave,
Very, very, deep,

-that we change the world with these beta-waves so we,
Must Make Effort!

Outside,
A boy is playing Playstation,
And the battle between Good and Evil
Is marked by several pings.

Kurukshetra, ping,
Lakshmi, ping,
Buddha, Mohammed, ping, ping,

We are labouring hard we three,
The Guru, the lady and I,
Sweating and groaning and trying to float,

But people are cruel.

Someone had left him there,
Whimpering and cold and,
Barely, just barely,
One year old,

Puppy dog eyes,
Sad as the moon,

Can you imagine that?


photo – funnybeez.com

evocative short poetry – words move