Green Snake in the Spring Meadow

A shedding of skin is inevitable,

You cannot continue to be who you have been,

Nature requires progressive development.

Besides, you know it is time,

The past pulls tight,

Constricts your movement.

Time is palpable for sure,

So on a bright blue day

Brush stroked by the wind

Saunter through the meadow

To the pile of rocks by the pond,

Move slow up,

Let your weight weigh heavy 

On the edge of the highest rock,

And do what nature and time

Lovingly demands.

All of life seems to have

Radiohead playing in the background…

Fading into dissociation:

Wish to be camping

On remote island

Off keys, snorkeling

Through angel-fish cloud

Wish to be young again,

Deep in Pennsylvania forest,

Burning dead wood & blunts

With lost brothers & sisters.

Wish to end suffering, no matter

What I create, it’s not enough...

Don’t give up

Wilting flower

Clay-bound beneath merciless sun;

Don’t give up

The beauty you know.

 Life is not as it should be:

Social injustices,

Impending separations,

Mortality.

What can we do

Except say our prayers,

Drink our wine;

Submit to the process,

Play our parts,

Do our time?

I refuse to comply

To the process;

Refuse to accept 

These conditions;

Thus, I suffer gratuitously.

The monks no longer offer me tea.

The priests locked the confession box.

I invite friends to lunch…they never show.

You’d think I’d change my mind,

Rather than wear this cloak of invisibility.

Oh no, I prefer to be in suffering with divinity;

My spirit remains untouched and free

In solitude--solidarity.

 The Most Important Memoir of all:

Peek-a-boo baby girl! 

Happiness finally found.