The poet looked at you
And scribbled down some words
He batted up some rhymes
A base hit down the middle
—
I looked into the lions mouth
Are all my eggheads going south?
Pirates in water are sharks when on land
When dinosaurs walked the earth –
I ran
—
Tigers don't growl much
Except when they're bored
Or unless attempting to tackle
The jungle lord
Whose face tigers never see
But who still hands out their stripes
Judiciously
To begrudgingly give
is not to give
but to steal
a little thunder
from the process itself
Give in joy,
Or wait.
Behold
In that this matter
Does bend my mind
Like a joint
I have ceased
In being a man
And have instead
Become a point.
All of our earthly pains,
even the self inflicted ones
Are still to Heaven but growing pains
Be of good cheer
Your joy is very near!
COPYRIGHT SANANDA MAITREYA,
MILANO 6 JANUARY 2003