The Game Is Afoot

The mountains haven’t moved yet.

Silent actors, their time hasn’t come.

They arose from the landscape, like

us all.

Now they are witness to what’s going on.

Sometime in the future they will crumble

and fall.

Hard to believe, but it’s true.

“I will not be and all will not be.” Shantideva

The game is afoot, as it has been for millennia.

Lots of endings but no conclusion.

I think of the millions that have died in the wars…

pathetic history we haven’t learn from.

Wasted lives because someone thought something.

Power over others, P.O.O..

From tribes that fought other tribes to the whole

world in turmoil.

That’s progress for you.

Everyone loves a good mystery, or else they don’t.

It depends on how personal it is.

The biggest questions never get answered.

That’s why there’s so much belief.

Always looking for answers “out there”.

Maybe on Mars we’ll find the truth.

We don’t recognize our brains are the universe,

where all the answers are, if only we would look.

Instead we look at the stars, as if they had something 

to say.

Of course there are aliens…no wonder they’re shy,

watching the smart monkeys making a mess of things.

Buddhists know about them because their minds are trained.

In this time of dark confusion, no one listens to them.

Today, the monkeys place their trust in machines that only

make them lose themselves even more.

Still, beauty, love, the basics, remain as reminders,

in case anybody cares.

Some do because reality never becomes monolithic.

There’s the Yin Yang thing, the constant change of

the pendulum swing.

There will always be a few that tell it like it is.

Two plus two is not reality…it always adds up to

infinity, endless complexity, unfathomable, what

we can’t understand but at least we can see…

I learned that long ago when I took L.S.D..

Laugh while you can, Monkey Boy.

We can learn how to ride a bicycle, make wars,

oh so many things.

Why we ride or fight is another thing altogether.

Do we even know why we do what we do?

Through habit, we forget why we started at all.

At the end, we find ourselves somewhere…

is it where we had hoped to be?

That seems like a natural question.

I know, too heavy, say something nicer…

believe me, I’d like to, but I can’t help myself.

I’ve become what I’ve become, 

for better or worse,

like even the mountain.