Thursday, May 30, 2019

One gulp

One gulp                                                                                                     

There is no instead; no road not taken.
No opportunity lost nor circumstance forsaken.

We ride a tiger through an evanescent realm
unable to steer, stop, start or climb down.

Best make ourselves cozy as possible
high up there in the catbird seat;

ride the necessary rough and tumble,
become soul witness,

keep silence, suspend judgment
until the tiger turns upon each of us

and all our accoutrements
slip from their perch,

our whole accumulated world
devoured in one gulp.

O child of God, the more you distance yourself
from the game the nearer you are to God.

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