we come to rest in peace awaiting answers and
I slip after to the land of Nod...
woke, for a joke, we hope...
we see dis
similarities, I am shackled
standing five ten before
a trio of judges
in wigs, Shirley Temple wigs.
I grow three feet, or about two cubits,
and I stare my judges in the eye
my chains expanded with me, as bindings,
worthless, I conclude.
I can just, if I wish,
walk out, chains and all, standin tall.
being holy is easier than being sane in interesting times.
un mented real ization in
such as these: do we rule or obey or is there
would seem holy right, hidden, for none to see, save
who have been bred to the task of telling this story
holy story, jots, tittles, pimples and farts and all
Drama of dharma, don't we know more good than evil as we grow?
Who would hinder knowing growing good?
An evil being, or a lie believed?
The lie, right? I know, Easy.
Answers come so easy some times, we forget the questions
on the test.
While watching n the name of the rose on sundance channel, imagining feeling waves from 1327