Hari Om

Since my attempts at poetry may not be considered poetry and due to nature in ways, thought this best place to post. Regardless, it is wished this gives someone some hope!



Broken
September 1994, beautiful, glorious, intense, so green!
She walked outside, beautiful, glorious, intense, so young!

May 1996, beautiful, glorious, intense so, green!
Marriage to the one who was so beautiful, glorious, intense, and so young!

July 1997, it’s a boy!!!
Dropped Theravada Buddhist lifestyle: to eccentric said mother in law

2002, son in church and out
“What horrible stories” said wife

2011, back to present path
To eccentric said the one who was so beautiful, glorious, intense and still so young

August 2016, windy, dark and gloomy
“We need to talk”
said the one who all these years thought so beautiful, glorious, intense and so young

Sick, so sick, like a single lonely dirty old sock
O’ the glorious life of a western sadhak
Separated from the flock
Can still hear the neighbor’s dog, bark

The tired chipped glass pushed to the edge
Only to fall broken off the ledge
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men could not put ol FFTW back together again
Because he was not really broken

The ego is never ever going to dance on the head of Lord Shiva
The truths will stand
No matter what pain one causes themselves
The truths will stand

Fetters will be removed and the universe will be scanned
And the seemingly shattered, and broken, will still be One
Om Namah Shivaya