I try to keep up and optimistic but these are very trying times and I've had some dismal thoughts. Writing always keeps me from falling off the edge. So here goes another one....
Rebirth
It’s too much
on to another life,
she said
as she pointed
the gun to her head
she forgot
the rule of Theravada rebirth
but the pain
was too much
and it was too late
awakened
in another body
a new rebirth
she recalled another life
cried and gasped
turned upside down
smacked on her bottom
it was cold
when before it was warm
in the room of the womb
not ready
for a new journey of life
her bottom
red and bruised
she lay gasping for air
this is the path
no heaven above
or hell below
I am not a god, Buddha said
I am merely awake
what thoughts
run in darkened chambers
scratched
against the prison
of my dismal mind
it’s time
for a comedy–switch channels
blast
the mystic screen
follow that mocking bird
he mocks me
with his bird brain
flies away
into the setting sun
another day — tomorrow
take a bath
and wash the grey away
the golden sun
is sinking fast
soon it will be night
be glad
I can feel the pain and sorrow
to be —
or not to be
there is no question
the moon will rise
my heart is beating
rattling against my bones
scratching the cage
surrounding my heart
all supporting
working in synchrony
my body is old yet strong
looking out
for red hummingbirds
Genie Nakano, August 30, 2020
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