Accountant says
stop writing poems
butcher’s chop tells me
I should eat more meat
yogi just laughs some more
I should get clear of the world
fair enough I finally say
there's so much weight
surrender to the approach
surrender to the blank sections
(that's pretty hard to do)
the face direttissima
you dance your way up
past the possibilities
the cloud shadows and lizards
and hardly a day passes
I don’t ask myself
is there a way to
Love that 'surrender to the blank sections', a bit like is Atman, Brahman. I think you may have found the way!
ReplyDeleteHa. Cheers, James. Just have to get rid of some of this gear first. :)
DeleteI think we've all got the same accountant! Once again, a lively poem - enjoyed the worldly dilemmas the poet faces :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for listening!
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