Alone

Like Milarepa in a cave...

like Trungpa in America...

like many other old men.

I'm ready to die...

I fulfilled my life,

doing what was right

instead of what I was told...

instead of following the ideals

of twisted minds...

instead of dying in Vietnam,

or killing my self afterward

because I couldn't stand 

what I had done...

instead of joining 

the one percent

of super predators.

Instead of that, I helped

build meditation centers...

taught meditation...

walked the bodhisattva 

walk, and not for a penny.

I'm not alone in a hotel room

in Portland, on the street of

San Francisco, in prison in

Colorado.

I still can afford to live for

a few years more....after

that, who knows?

Who knows anyway?