there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****** and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to ***** up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

Being among books
with music
always satisfied me
I had that feeling
of belonging

Listening to piano
put me to the right
mood when I was
alone
Cold sad keys kept
my mind at peace
but even
a
sad poet needs a
wild dancer

Sax seduced me,
lifted me up
to the streets
the winds
by my side.

only
one
ingredient  
missing.

The ferocity
of
drums
connected the last
two into complete
purity

Reality is gorgeous

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
******
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

-''Why are we people always tripping between sad and happy, always complaining about our reality master?''
-"Through my life I've known sadness and happiness, depression, melancholia, envy, anger, passion. These are the results of our desire, which creates our deepest wishes. If we are to understand them, we have to embrace them along the way.We have to experience them. Only after that your mind can be opened. So imagine you have the ability to try all of them at the same time, naturally you would fulfill every possible wish you have, until you would begin to realize that only wish that exists is the ultimate.''
-''So what is the ultimate wish master?''
-''Being right here, my child.''

-'' Master! I've felt it again..
I've skipped the early meditations and met this fellow of yours.''
-''Who did you meet?''
-'' He was your apprentice a years ago, he said that he became wiser by repeating single task every day and I found myself in staggering doubt.''
-'' There is a fine line between regret and doubt, when you let one to take over, usually the other will follow. I was not born wise, even now I'am just a dancing leaf in the wind. But there is a beauty in that gentle breeze.
The tree from which we have fallen, we study and respect - the past.
And the undeniable wind which represents the present moment we perceive every time we listen to him then he reveals  us another secret.''