Parthenon

My room is a temple.

I can call it anything I want.

It is a temple for those that don’t worship.

It’s very exclusive because the rest of

the eight billion/odd people aren’t here.

I am their representative.

My mind is connected to all of them.

I take in all their concerns.

I breathe out peace and harmony.

It’s the least I can do.

This is my enormous room.

I included the world why not I’m here.

It helps to think bigger.

Tibetans knew/know how to work the mind itself.

Forget about me, I just live here, ask them.

I did.

It was the best thing I ever did,

and why I’m in this enormous room…

just a little spice of mystery, do you mind?

Have you gotten this far?

“If you can read this, you’re too damned close.”

“If you can read this, you’d be home by now.”

Just having a little fun with the rubes.

If you are reading this, you’re probably smart,

not that it’s any shucks, but it’s that you’re curious.

They say curiosity is the last thing to go before enlightenment.

(pause)

(dark music clarinet, sax and xylophone)

I love the clouds outside my window reminds me

of my first religious experience after church maybe 

I was seven hangover of the atmosphere of the church 

imagining God in the white voluminous clouds outside.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

There are few things in this room but as much as I need

which is more than those outside on the blue earth might say.

I’d be happy to give even them away if it was right to do.

That’s how I’m feeling right now;

feeling the music, rumblings of a distant storm, all of you 

with me…plenty of room in the mind…infinite heart…why

not?

Not a bad temple.

How I got here from where I started

is a mystery…all 

I know is

the music continues and distant thunder vocalizes.

“What syllable do you seek, Vocalissimus, 

in the distances of sleep?

Speak it.” 

(Wallace Stevens)

Rain.

Sometimes it’s good to just listen.