the world chews at my heart
no - it's not to blame
it's me - the third person
who comes uninvited
between two lovers
the world - it's still as Buddha had said
and will be - full of karma bells
to tear or cheer up souls
it will circle on - with or without me
nobody cares - who cares?
the same anguish
whipped,
polished buddha
two thousand years ago
now truth, truth, truth
every corner
a field of waving grass
welcoming me to heaven
yet not one to still this wavering soul
who cares? or rather
which one really cares
- rings persistent as
autumn cicada shrill
night and day
some souls are meant for
the lower realms
flowers, butterflies, bees
where not a question is
ever asked of the world
well - it is best that way to
clean up karma - without
the turmoil of
an inquisitive mind
a silent selfless provider cares -
with or without our stamp of receipt
- it comes from his side of the world like it or not
inspired by
A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock's—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—
A Bog—affronts my shoe—
What else have Bogs—to do—
The only Trade they know—
The splashing Men!
Ah, pity—then!
'Tis Minnows can despise!
The Elephant's—calm eyes
Look further on!
Emily Dickinson
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-burdock-clawed-my-gown/
