Millions of dead monks knew it.
We only found it so hard to believe
because we were raised on promises of flashing cameras
high octane sport cars, and looking down on the vastness of Earth
from outer space. And when it all ends,
heaven, forever.
Consider ancient China, and the northern border raids
so terrible, they built a wall in the mountains.
Thousands of corpses lie even in that wall.
Here I am.
Alive.
I have no to do lists
and every day carries a surprise.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Flea
The automatic life of a flea
is dull and fantastic.
He will never feel the thrill of love
or worry about decay.
Survival is instinctual
but he thinks not of self.
How wonderful and senseless it must be.
is dull and fantastic.
He will never feel the thrill of love
or worry about decay.
Survival is instinctual
but he thinks not of self.
How wonderful and senseless it must be.
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