MEMOIR OF A DAY
I wake up heavy this morning
to a day uncertain
problems and desires
and some pain
.
I awake to having nothing
being nobody
somewhat old
and a little lonely
.
It’s 52 degrees in the room
although I’m kept fairly warm
where I lay flat
by a black cat
* * *
I feed seagulls on my way to coffee
some crows among them
then a couple of pigeon
lined up before my vision
.
They groom and rest
but some will fly up far
and dive back to where I stand
like a shooting star
* * *
I hand out things as I drive on
hats gloves windbreakers
and a felt tip marker pen
to write their cardboard signs
.
Hand sanitizer is a new gift
because people say they’re dirty
thus I can shake their hands now
for they’re an other me
.
I noticed they talk to themselves
but don’t we all
so next I’ll give out blue-tooth
to make them look good
.
They appreciate the gifts I give
and the preach for who’s to blame
but what makes them happy the most
is when I yell out their name
* * *
I enter quietly into the coffee shop
walk slowly thinking
yet intense and aware
as if following a calling
.
A barista throws a beetle outside
she says they’re an infestation
as I ask her to look within
at what’s deep inside
.
She comes to a still like a rock
fly in her eyes million spark
unaware of her shivering lips
and the blows of my heart
.
I get goose bumps at her presence
understand attraction since
she doesn’t want to say good by
and neither do I
* * *
At work three sisters knock on the door
they say follow Jesus and God
but I ask what they follow
and if it isn’t love
.
They say he’s the only true messenger
yet I must bow to all teachers
for I’ve seen joy and beauty
in all creatures
* * *
After work I stop at a tool store
a man I see almost lost
asks my opinion what
to buy but not in trust
.
I ask do you really need it
he says not too bad
pointing out to my hand
if what I had
.
One I say is a snow shovel
other a rain poncho
to help the ones on the road
and to say hello
.
He seems to know where he’s going
the pale man now looks vivid
as everyone watches
he does what I did
* * *
Later I meet people of all kind
when playing ping pong
my cleaner gets stolen
but I may be wrong
.
I’m angry at first
then I calm down
where I envision a gift
held by everyone
.
There is a package not too thick
wrapped in wizards with magic stick
inside a bottle with sponge tip
on it says paddle cleaner
.
So I’ll work harder I say
to buy more for friends
though some call me crazy
as if I’m in a trance
* * *
I come home late again
52 degrees in bed
and the frig is empty
except some bird bread
.
Sleep doesn’t come too easily
but hoping I’ll dream of that
as I curl up in the purr
of a black cat
* * *
You know how I live now
not much more I should say
except to wish you a happy new year
like in a child’s pray
.
I wish not to slice time in chunks
otherwise now is never near
‘cause when you go back a year
each day is a new year
.
I know life is hard
but please don’t worry
for self remains untouched
and you’ll know when ready
* * *
This poem is written
in memory of Sri Poonja
and his teacher called
Maharshi Ramana
.
The message is to see beauty
within all feelings
then there’s Love and Peace
among all beings
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.
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PS:
I’ve been up day and night
to understand what life is about
and I’ve been sharing it with you
from the bottom of my heart
.
Through time appear
those who want to help you
and the ones speak of love
when there’s fame and money
.
Yet we must forgive all
for they know not what they do
‘cause what remains at the end
is pure peace and beauty
.
Tomorrow may be too late
for friends lovers or mom
thus we must cherish the living
as already gone
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Everything is the ground of an abundance of boundaries
Your desire nurtures spontaneous experiences
Information fascinates dimensionless acceptance
Matter is the continuity of unique possibilities