EMBRACE THE SUCK

Some things

always same so-

Embrace this suck, 

hug the Apocalypse. 

Embrace humaneness, 

it's going the way of the robot. 

Is that all you've got, 

is that why the big banged? 

Was that for you? 

Creative raising, 

the child Masters 

peace the gurus 

law of mosquito 

the guru is your burden 

the bodhisattva the center 

of the surface of a sphere.

Some things will be different, 

10 years from now, 

the trees taller, 

a different president, 

the skin, more wrinkled 

and stretched, neighbors 

moved in and out. 

Some things will be the same, 

10 years from now. 

The sun on my face, 

the sound of the wind, 

through the trees, a

nd the ego still claiming, 

the captain, 

of an immortal soul. 

The ego still claiming, 

the president and the neighbors, 

next door matter, 

and should be different, 

than they are. 

Different from what they were 

different from what should be. 

The ego claiming. 

The spirit still only existing, 

only ever in a present moment, 

the now, 

now in 10 years 

from now, will be 

now, and will always be 

perfect. 

Just the way it is. 

Soonly being evicted, 

the vehicle soon in the yard 

of junk. Fired from the company, 

expelled from the school, 

thrown out of the game. 

The throw is not 

to an empty 

abyss. cast out, 

is cast in. 

To 

the party 

unimaginable. 

I can only imagine 

death is but the beginning, 

the spirit never dies, 

only three dimensions, 

so obviously not the true everything, 

there's more. 

A child's first word, 

a tiny foot, 

smiles written, 

into Dusty windows, 

she packed and left