“THE BUDDHA IS YOUR GRAMPA, AND HERE’S WHAT HE SAYS!”

“THE BUDDHA IS YOUR GRAMPA, AND HERE’S WHAT HE SAYS!” a poem Tuesday: October 2, 2018

“We all wanna be happy, in a place not meant for happy;

We all wanna go HOME, when-we’re-trying-to-escape!” said Grandpappy.

We all wanna be safe, in a perilous place,

And we’re running – to nowhere – running-our NOWHERE RACE!

So, can you cheer up – and tell your Lover it’s all OK?

Can you overlook – all the horrors? and all the decay?

Death! Disease! Suffering! Dirt!

And those that love you (and you love)? You-don’t-want-anyone-HURT!!

What – do you do? You smile – and laugh;

You comfort the sick-and-weak! and give them a bath!

Do you point to a Heaven, that’s not really there?

Or-do you offer some comfort – and dignity – with care?

Do you listen to preachers? Do you rely on “healers?”

Do you accept the promises – of all-The-Double-Dealers?

What do you do? What do you do?

Is there a strategy? To-undo your “Blue?”

Where do you turn? How hard do you cry?

Who-have-you-disappointed now? with-your-efforts? You sigh!

You look up; you look out;

You look inward – and-see-NO-turn-about!

You HOLD – you-hold-on – TO SOMEONE? who will,

When MOST WILL AVOID, YOUR HUG, KISS or TRILL,

When you sing a sad-happy song, about yearning and desire,

And think you can lose-yourself – and escape all this mire?

Here’s an ocean! It’s churning! Yes, it’s dangerous and uncertain,

And ALONE(?) without ship (?) Do-you-see-your-final-curtain,

As you’re bouncing around – hit by wave after wave:

Up, up you go! (pause) and then down – to The Grave?

Can you spot some sure ship? which can cut through the waves?

Called: “SMILING LOVE CUDDLES!” for-the-noblest-of-knaves!!

🙂 – Which we ALL ARE – so drop – your pretenses and airs,

And smile, pretty stupidly, AND SING! Yes, we (DO) cares!

The song’s-not-so-important! but TRY to make it HAPPY,

And SING, FOR ALL YOU’RE WORTH, and remember grandpappy,

Who tried, tried his best – to comfort-and-fill-you-up,

And said: “I ain’t got much, but I got me this cup!

And I-will fill-it-up as-much-as-I-can,

And we’ll-sip-on-it-together! – and-give-some-to-our-fellow-man!” 🙂

fin ❤

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About DAZZLED💙

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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