Here is a poem about the sacred and profane journey toward presence of mind:<\/p>\n
Atop a mountain of undertakings
\nHe overlooked his guru
\nDesperately wanting to be
\nA little slower
\nWith deaf-defying pleas
\nAs the guru came fourth
\nWith quiet an expression
\nA mist what could only be
\nA gentle brew haha
\nA beam in the I
\nRipe for the taking
\nThat grin and bare it presence
\nDisclothing won self
\nUntired spoke
\n“Mine your own busyness”
\nLoded with irony ore not
\nIn lucid con sort
\nFirst herd in silence
\nTending too
\nWhat is awe ready hear
\nPossessed knot buy busyness
\nPre-seeded by reverence
\nQuiet holy bye fits and starts taken off
\nThat quest in what weave got
\nSpinning wheels
\nAs post haste
\nIn the whirled of time
\nA scuttled spring
\nA flurry of summer
\nPrecipitous fall
\nAnd scurrilous winner
\nAll hail to the furor of politics
\nBeing Job
\nOr other wise
\nTheir egos, their egos, their egos
\nA hemmed and hawed trinity
\nSorely leading to dumb founding
\nAs knee deep in hasty putting
\nWading fore the good owed daze
\nChics clenched for smiles and smiles
\nBustles covering but empty rumpus
\nMistaken for ahead
\nUprightly
\nCovering for so far as possible a musing
\nPoising as clamorous
\nAll the wile
\nBeing shafted
\nRiddled with shit that know won no’s
\nAccept perhaps
\nGuru with fertile eyes
\nAs groan a guardin’
\nAble to shed tears
\nFor awe that has been lost
\nThe fodder of altared presence
\nWear mums the word
\nAs udder anew
\nA whole knew
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Here is a poem about the sacred and profane journey toward presence of mind: Atop a mountain of undertakings He overlooked his guru Desperately wanting to be A little slower With deaf-defying pleas As the guru came fourth With quiet … Continue reading