Retirement

Stoned, of course…..

listening to the Grateful Dead

eating fried chicken

staring out the window

writing down words.

It doesn’t get any better than this…

it will get worse.

Just another deck chair on the

Titanic we think of as our lives.

I retired from helping Chogyam

Trungpa bring Buddhism to the West.

I retired from plumbing, acting, 

teaching…worn out, no venue.

I retired from worrying about family,

friends, the nation, the world, the

universe….life itself.

It’s all ok by me.

You go, all those things!

Jolly good luck!

I’ve put in my two cents, tried to help,

did what I thought was best…can’t be

blamed if I hadn’t much success.

How many people die without regret?

How many items on your bucket list?

I retired from doing into being

and, man, it’s sweet.