Rinse and Repeat

“Woke up, got up, went out and got laid.”

John Lennon’s diary…

same old same old

nothing new under the sun.

New, improved Cheer,

the latest i phone,

Green New Deal

haven’t we met somewhere before?

Fad mind impossible to stand still,

marching on into brave new world

where progress is blind faith of dream

utopia, Xanadu, paradise we numbly

don’t get there.

Too much time, too much time…

‘in a minute there is time for decisions

and revisions which a minute will reverse.”

Buddha had so much time, he tried to

figure out reality until he wore himself out

to the point that all he could do was sit

under a tree for seven years when it dawned

on him that nothing needed to be done,

that resistance, insistence, and ignorance

are futile, 

that the continuously arising claymation

was just the game of phenomena afoot,

…so, he played.