Doodles

It’s a magic carpet ride

on the ebb and swell of infinity 

leading to the overwhelming question

if only we could see.

It’s a magnificent illusion 

we can’t help but believe.

There’s no other game in town.

Even the carnies are caught in the trap.

Basho floating on the lake,

Beach Boys surfing their carnival dream,

occasional tsunami reminder

of endless possibilities. 

Music is a pointing out of magic,

-the movement of delight,

the secret that brings joy

and cosmic appreciation.

As if for the first time,

there’s a first time for everything,

a first time for the first breath,

a first time for the last.

Now is the moment of first time,

square one, 

fecund minimum,

first thought, best thought,

ordinary mind,

the only time we have,

the flower in Buddha’s hand.

The best thing we can do, if

I may say so and I may,

Is to get used to it, which

is achieved through meditation,

accomplished by thousands

over thousands of years, 

and you can too start now,

because, as I mentioned,

there is only now, the time to start,

anything, so, choose wisely.