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DIAGNOSIS SHMIAGNOSIS

Gotama was unlicensed

went to graduate school

in caves along wide rivers

eating one grain of rice a day

seeking the happy place

where great beasts live

and tall ships anchor firm

on still waters.

Christ laughed at thin laws

refusing to be defined

poured glowing love

all over the Pharisees

and that’s why

it is so sad

some therapsts

forget about the soul

spewing insurable diagnoses

for imaginary pathologies

ignoring the rare pearls

of each heart

logged into their tight sad files.

Rumi cut a lovely poem

into his thigh with a dagger

and loved when people read it . . .

so honor that sacrifice

and never

insult your days

by depending on those

who invent litanies of sadness

looking for broken places

in your psyche.

When the counselor asks for his fee

reach inside your chest

pull out your heart

hold it before him

say nothing.

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michael-hoffman
American
Published
Mar 19, 2016
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