All my friends are strange stragglers

Poem:

All my friends are strange stragglers A solid citizen not a single one. Everyone I know is lost In my dream the party was a flop All my earthly efforts have failed I even once was in jail For not stealing at an aggressive rate Most of my time in this passing world was a waste At least now I can meditate Every day I pray to be grateful Playing the piano is one remaining joy I eat a lot of salads Increasingly often I take a walk down by the river The books I read are usually a classic Every day I work towards owning nothing. My garden is very small and mostly herbs There is less room in my heart for an illusion. The rhyming in my poems is erratic. But the sky is always blue just in my head. My women are neither too white or too black When I exercise I just chase around a ball I have room in my heart for a laugh and am always open. My primary muse is a Saint I often go up with the intent not to return I have been betrayed by everyone including The saints The only thing I can trust lies just six inches before me My head without harmony is dead My bicycle is from Florence and flew with me from Rome. It is the most convenient It would make sense to take the bike to the ferry. An empty stomach still contributes the most To my personal growth There’s increasingly more room in my head for being dead. My method to advance is to creep along like a regular Now they say there is no such thing as lazy There is only lack of direction I interrupt this poem for meditation Thinking of a saint caused bliss in my head If I eat only one nut, one grape and one cherry it would be practical. That’s my path of monotheism We are talking ecstatic mysticism look that up if you don’t understand. If you do nam simaran in the classic punjabi way, then your mind will not be wayward and capricious. Your God will be unsmudged with eyeliner and formless. You can “trade in the truth” and jump into a pool. Further refinement consists of learning word roots and becoming a linguist. Going to a foreign land appears to have been necessary. Is the basic anchor just in the langar? Guru Nanak says to get up very early. According to him your number of incarnations was 8.4 million. That’s why some claim he is a Hindu. It is now the end of June DS Poem June 30, 2018