Up Again

In the morning,

did my chores,

processed thoughts

of the night before.

Waiting for an earthquake

the next few days.

I felt the last one here

before it happened.

Waiting for election;

Hillary the monkey,

Bernie the fox,

Trump the lion,

who will it be?

I feel something bad

before it happens.

People come to Tepoztlan

for vacation, from

Mexico City, for the air

and the ambience. It's

safe, for Mexico, for the 

world. 

A prophesy forty years ago;

a taxi took a man at night, 

into the countryside, nothing 

around. "Let me out here.."

(the middle of nowhere)

"When the great sadness 

comes, Tepoztlan will be 

spared." The man disappeared

into the night. (stranger things

have happened...)

Who's kidding whom?

What do you see?

Where do you look?

The truth is never negative...

we put judgements on it.

And nothing much is 

different since the beginning

of time, the beginning of space.

When I was young, my mind spun

with thought, trying to figure out

where and why I was at all. I read

everything. 

When I met my teacher and asked:

"Isn't there an easier way?" and he

shook his head and smiled, I stopped

reading and got busy on the path.

Now, I get up again, into a day,

as the world keeps spinning....

as the universe keeps spinning...

as your minds keep spinning...

going nowhere. 

In Tepoztlan, 

waiting for the change.