don’t you laugh when the hearse goes by…

even tho
you’ve
written words
upon
the page
the page
is
empty
there’s nothing
there
just
the empty stares
of
a life
without
dreams satisfied
oh
you’ve managed
to
collect
tokens of wealth
along
the way
but
in the grave
their worth
is as
meaningful
as
your life
a life
of
counterfeit infringements
of
the right
to
happiness
no
doubt
you will
reject
my assessment
of
your
stellar
accomplishments
but
the worms
will
crawl in
and
the worms
will
crawl
out
of
this
there is
no
doubt

 

hidden in the tall grass…

a young man
from
a neighboring village
came
to ask
bapa dola
how it was
that strangers
to his village
could see
the solution
to problems
that had
confronted the elders
for years
surely
the young man
said
the visitors
must be
wise men
full
of knowledge
bapa dola
said
perhaps
it is not
knowledge
but
the willingness
to
see what is really there
and
to not deny the truth
for
often we hear
but
do not listen
see
but
do not
perceive

mountain climbing stations…

mountain climbing stations

you stood
just
to the left
of reality
hoping
santa ana winds
would correct
your position
but
somehow
you
failed
to factor in
microclimates
of
human stupidity
greed
and
egos
so you were left
just
below
the foothills
of success
unable
to find
a sherpa