I Don't Know What's Going To Make Me Care About Anything

Other than this music, my trimmings,
day-glo mauve bush outside my window,
I can’t think of a single thing…

Other than my daughter, her husband,
my family and all sentient beings,
I care for no one.

Other than the Three Jewels,
my vows and my Guru,
I have no connection.

Other than I know there is no
guarantee, I have no hope.
Other than I still believe in
this body, I have no fear.

Other than giving this body
fearlessly to the Three Jewels,
I have no aspiration.

Other than keeping my apartment
floor clean… and practice,
I have no duty.

Other than making a fool of myself,
I have no poem.