Stoned In The Morning

I must confess I do enjoy it,

thus these first words.

Why should I hide it,

to make a good impression?

Some writers apologize;

“Forgive me, Gentle Reader.”

Fuck that….grow up, I say.

I don’t want to make more suffering,

let me make that clear…I don’t see

how that can happen if I’m just

being honest.

Ahem! Enough preamble, premumble,

predication, predestination!

On to the point!

I forgot! 

(that happens when you’re stoned)…

Just kidding!

The point is being here on the coffee curb,

digging it all,

taking it all in,

breathing in pain,

breathing out joy!

That came out spontaneously!

So,

As you were!

Fresh air, fresh and stale faces,

healthy bright children, one black

man, workers in day-glo vests,

donnas in aprons, 

an occasional dog.

Tell me, is this Paradise?

It all depends on how you look at it.

Might as well could be.

Heaven is in your mind….ibid.

And then, the inevitable interruption…

this is still samsara, after all.

“Many times for brief moments.”

Tulku Ugen.

I’m on my way.