Sunday, January 29, 2017

Late Night Musing (Raku)

I'm supposed to be a poet.
I'm supposed to love words.
I'm not sure I like this Cafe
Ole Expresso   wherever
I'm going...

It won't be far or for long...
been there, already gone.

When the tree dies, the 
roots stay in the ground.

I don't know what that has
to do with anything, in fact,
this whole thing I'm writing
which is horrible nonsense,
and I didn't want to go there, 
but, there is where I am.

Trungpa, Rinpoche, would 
say:  "Let's forget about the 
whole thing."

There is always another 

starting point

fresh start

first thought

square one

because time

is not linear.

Do you want to go with me?


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