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David Mikosz
Poems
May 2019
My metro is run by Buddhists
As I sit in a metal tube,
the car is crammed and loud.
now and then a surprise delay.
during those periods of waiting
at the unscheduled stop
I am led to wonder if there is a purpose
perhaps this suffering is for a reason
to bring to the commuters some reward
a lesson about life an understanding of truth?
it is probably not Christian
for neither deeds nor faith
can save me now.
but once I accept the suffering
I start to see a glimmer of reason
if all life is suffering
I begin to realize the answer
is already inside me.
it is my selfish craving for a quick trip!
And so I sit in my seat.
having transcended my problem
by realizing that is the solution.
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David Mikosz
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