Homeland Hippie

There's plenty of room in phenomena
for all of us. How can we say we were
born and are going to die, when
phenomena are endless?
Like a twinkle in your father's eye,
we came about, we will dissolve into space
like a sigh.
Like clouds, like a thought, we appear
in a kaleidoscope moment that lasts our lives.
We can't take it with us, or even
have it while we're here...letting go would
be a good idea.
Man up to the music, wallflower,
join the dance.
Only one degree of separation makes the
seemingly real a big deal.
No one's going anywhere...whenever
you arrive, you're still here.
I'm just a Homeland hippie, homefried,
tie-dyed and true blue.
The Sixties chance renaissance
metaphores me.
I'm waiting for metaphormorphosis,
when I'll be that cloud, that eye twinkle,
and pay my two bits
for another ride