Schools and Society

a flash!     & you were told

it was insight – intuition

satori  –  an idea?

it’s only one of the old doors

with its rusty hinges

swinging open for 

a moment

in the universe

let this be written

on the invisible tombstones

you turned away

from yr infinite self

I have nothing to say to you

won’t listen to the sound of

the invisible ocean

continually questioning

its own existence and

laughing at its    own  fat   waves

(and the old tibetan lady

  who wrote the beautiful book

   is probably watching color t.v.

    at this minute)

what can I tell you

of re-opening those doors

I have nothing to say

you turned away

to pretend

“it is in-evitable”