“I see the sun,
I can even hear the rolling thunder”
I can see the sun still
That universal ping-pong.
even finders the star-gazzers
or so they’re called see it my
own way
Yet I still wonder
Just wondering
How helpful it can be,
Slicing those little pieces of action
Growing and growing, even more narrowly, from bad to worse
from bleak to bleakest
Now do teach me, great teacher
What you know that I do not know
What you see that I do not see
What you can eat that I cannot eat
What you have that I do not have
What you love that I cannot love even those other ones
Seen and unseen black or white great and small yet to be here growing in us manifesting themselves
with us daily endlessly, as we slide through these labyrinths
sometimes for our
own good, for
our own growth
which are of this drift,
this wondering, this silly way of life.
Then I thrust my hand out
Fidgeting a while; swearing and sweating
Pinching myself harder
What does life offer me?
Oh, I hiss to myself, my stupid self, with this cocoanut head,
Just to
myself
Again and again
Wondering, all alone,
This suffering
This pain
over and over again.
What else can I see now?
The sun no longer shines
The thunder has just stopped rolling,
Darkness has taken the place of brightness
And we all are a little
dumbfounded, like idiots of yore.
How come –
so soon
so suddenly,
They’ve all
changed
Just wandering…
Just from bad to worse
But please don’t let all
become in vain, dear me
For I shall wait,
wait, wait and wait, even like a fool in paradise
Till it becomes well
Again… But then, why you asshole?
Until I see them all over again