May 9, 2014 poem

The Great Game

Dribbling the soccer ball across the field Soon it is warmer. The grass is soft under my feet. I am making a goal for both teams. I am scoring every time. A lone dog walker comes by Sometimes the right foot twice Sometimes the left It all depends Soon maybe there's rhythm The days are still cool May is a very sweet month Bustling in the joy of light To feel the ecstacy of the flower Takes a network tunneled from within. Into the great alone we walk alone When the time is right There is no one to go with you. Living in the house of lonely people Escaping from destruction Just to engineer refinement To start one cup of tea One cup of coffee The gurbani channel Who dances to a Beethoven symphony Who turns water into wine By the thought it tastes better Exercise is bliss But stillness is supreme bliss Emptiness is sublime Erase karma before it emerges Then bask in joy delight I'm growing younger everyday Emptying my mind has made me full My memory is now my muscle The purpose of my thoughts Is to recieve a line of poetry I no longer think per se Now I just recieve messages From outer space I think very little of my thoughts Why should I live in such a small space When emptyness is so much bigger Pretty opera music sweetens the food A song a day Love is an action Words are sorry empty and meaningless An action is Feng Shui A pear, a song, a mushroom Lord grant me an action Grant right action And empty my mind But sometimes I withdraw To my cave To drill down to my heart I've been off the market As now I am in fact a Monk Now I suck on the sweet nectar Of solitude Everytime I play the score is tied. But that's the new style Where everyone is a winner Initially I dribbled the ball And soon the ball dribbled me That's how the game is played. With Simran I will erase the ordinary And replace it with magnificience That's an action. I can choose my action Then later walk on the footnotes These poems need a lady Who can understand them. I will release a plague of songs Until you marry me Even ecstacy is empty And should be abandoned To enter into the great darkness Everyone else is going to work I am going to play soccer by myself Watch out Max and Thomas. Watchout Rachel half breed beauty 50 goals for Algernon. Perfect Day come my way Unfreeze my heart Open my mind Which really means no mind See the beauty without clinging Empty stomach full of light Should I wait for my nourishment Premium Pears one better than many for my sweetheart, A one item shopper More than one item improper I have become not smart enough To do more than one thing. But it is a relief not to be smart And tie success to optimization. All is Lust, Greed and Guilt I am on leave from the Great Game.