September 24, 2017 at 12:06 pm Leave a comment

The Final and Absolute TRUTH

In the spring of that year
we journeyed to hear
the great one’s song.
Many miles and desolate…
three died, on the way.
(We placed crude crosses
on their graves.
We crossed their arms.
We did not mourn,
nor speak.)

And freeway became
hiway became
road became…
potholes and dirt, horses…
on our way to the mountain,
on the way
to the Enlightened.

II.
The journey
changed us.
That
I must admit.
Faces
become more grim-
set, stride
more unpausing…

In light must
darkness
always die…
night’s masks
aren’t morning’s, nor is truth
the drunkard’s cry.

…We strode on.
Ten thousand passers-by, ten
thousand strangers, faces
glimpsed and then
forgotten.

III.

We left
the cities, their lands,
their people.
Paths
became crooked, perspectives
unclear,
shortened, half
illusion.

(Our feet became
blistered.)
We spoke little.
Words
were for other times
and others’ truths.

IV.

When we arrived
we stood before him
speechless, joined
in his laughter
merely, and then
returned.

We would
educate
our peoples, lead
them to
the sky.

…Excuse my straightjacket.
They
think i’m
insane!

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I rarely use that many emphases but I left it, over 40 years.  It’s odd it seems particularly applicable now; however, I won’t say why or how. Yes, social psychology does apply, incidentally.

Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, humor, irony, poetry, social psychology, voices. Tags: , .

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