Hinduism
       Is
the art of
     Living.

The doubts fall into infinity
Why the wind is never seen,
Is never stay?
Why the love is never clear,
Is never last?
Why does "friend"
Has to end with "end?"
And why does "ever"
Has to be there,
In "forever?"

The doubts fall into infinity.
Sometimes it is better
To accept what cannot be helped,
Cannot be changed,
Or understood.

When that moment comes,
Your dreams shattered.

No matter what,
even if it is worth
enduring the pain,
Love
But dont expect.

~Infinity~

You must begin early
while it is cool and your head clear
discernment, a sharpened tine
probing the rocky darkness
for all things latent and destructive.

Be aware that the velvet sage
of the leaves belies their power
to take over every space, remember
roots burrow deep, anchoring in
fissures we don’t even know exist.

You must delve as close
to the origin as possible
or the **** you think eradicated
will bide its time, germinating
in the still secret ground

waiting for light
to penetrate the moist earth
waking the sprout
who voraciously pushes up and out
a curled blemish

in your otherwise carefully tended garden.