Into The Reality
You see, here’s the leaf dyed with the full
Spectrum of autumn; here’s the dewdrop
Containing all the dreams made on the
Darkest corner of last night; here’s the
Light pole in the forest where gods land
From another higher world; here’s the swirl
You can dance with to release all your
Stresses against the Virus. Here you are in
Deed as in need embracing
The most
Mindful moment, when you can readily
Measure your feel with each breath, but do
Not think about time, which is nothing but
A pure human invention. Just point every Synapse of yours to this locale. Here is now.
Chopstick Commandments: A Secular Covenant
- Avoid one chopstick longer than the other in a pair
That would recall what a coffin is made of
- Don’t plant them in the middle of bowel of rice
Or dish, like a scent burning for the dead
- Never use them to poke around in a dish
In the way a tomb raider works hard in dark
- Put them strictly parallel to each other; or you
Would have yourself crossed out as a deplorable error
- If you drop one or both of them on the ground, you
Will wake up and provoke your ancient ancestors
- If you use them to beat containers like a drum player
You are fated to live a low and poor beggar’s life
- When you make noises with them in your mouth
You betray your true self as a rude and rough pariah
- Never point them towards any one if you
Do not really mean to swear at a fellow diner
- Make sure not to pierce any food with them while eating
When you do not mean to raise your mid-finger to all around you
- To use them in the wrong way is
To make yourself looked down upon by others.
