Late Night Musing (Raku)

I'm supposed to be a poet.

I'm supposed to love words.

I'm not sure I like this Cafe

Ole Expresso   wherever

I'm going...

It won't be far or for long...

been there, already gone.

When the tree dies, the 

roots stay in the ground.

I don't know what that has

to do with anything, in fact,

this whole thing I'm writing

which is horrible nonsense,

and I didn't want to go there, 

but, there is where I am.

Trungpa, Rinpoche, would 

say:  "Let's forget about the 

whole thing."

There is always another 

starting point

fresh start

first thought

square one

because time

is not linear.

Do you want to go with me?