Traffic is stalled. The weather is hot.
Your shoulders and hips?
They’re tied up in knots.
The mind is racing.
It won’t slow down.
You’re late for a meeting and nobody is down.
Your computer just crashed.
You lost all you work.
And everybody around you is being a jerk.
Your problems are small.
Do you know this to be?
So many bigger problems in the world
Protests and corruption and greed.
Lift us onto clouds of cotton candy pink?
Our third eyes are scrambled,
We’re on the brink.
Pen in hand,
Please draw us a world
We can comprehend.
Let us start over again, in a tall, tall tree?
From such great heights
Not even the NSA would find me.
We would have plenty to eat
Mangoes and coconuts and vegetable soup.
And when it would rain,
It would rain kombucha.
Or, we could live on the great neck of a brontosaurus.
At night, the birds and lizards
Would erupt into mellifluous chorus.
Get us stretching
Get us doing that much-needed decompressing.
From those old samskaras let us surrender
Let’s make a change to remember!
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Ed: B. Bemel
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