I take the blame for all I’ve done; Own up to all those failures mine; Failures from: Naivetể and laziness, Unworldliness An focus-less
Yet I’ve managed to fulfill Some crude achievements, Accomplishing on intuition: Not a bad guide, nor a good one. All sits in the readiness; Instinct in the readiness, Prowess in the readiness.
Even if there’d been instruction I’d have had to wait it out Until my twenties – eight or seven When the background synthesized Into a foreground wise.
Inborn, unshorn weaknesses That held one back, In untold ways,
I could say, “***** it!” Or complete the work To fight off other frailties; Develop and maintain A lively strain Of concentrative energies, So that my foibles will be few-er. Mea culpa! Mea culpa! I say, “Do it!”
I Am Guilty Of All My Failures 3.27.2018 Circling Round Egos; Circling Round Energies; I Is Always You Is We;