these sweet hours-long silences…

All this repetition Of things which you already know, Futile…

When successfully conducted Pleasure truly be to see Restoration goodness of Return to sanity

A little weathered Some worn…

Threaten a warrior, small man, With any kind of macho frown It’s quietly she’ll curl her lip And look you up and down…

I meditated, centered, grounded, prayed And did my readings (earnest seer be)…

Where our thoughts go we will follow…

Einstein’s Goldfish

There’s no use for any of it To persist regretful of…

your magnificent unalterable shining…

I cannot say, for though that path Shines with cushioned ease No anywhere upon it Do I find inner peace…

it’s a wonder we reach at all…

Half the funds And energy Our useless gyms Routinely see…