Wednesday, April 25, 2007
A double line of meditators sits
on mats, each one a human triangle.
( Evacuate your mind of clutter now )
I do my best, squeezing the static and
the agony into a straight flat line
( Observe your thoughts, then gently let them go )
I’m watching them all right, unruly dots beautiful mental jukeboxes that play
their litanies of joy and woe each day
Desires are your jailers; set them free
and roam the hills, smiling archaically.
Are you drinking?
9:01 PM