I’ve been listening to a lot of Timothy Leary these days. Not that I put him up there in the pantheon of poets, radicals and wisdom makers. No. Really don’t. But these days, admiring his neo-Buddhist slant and his hippie recordings, chants with non-sense that sometimes makes sense (like automatic writing but in his case babbling to the background music). You can listen to some here … if curious about what I mean.
Inspired this poem/piece.
I’ll be posting visual poems for readers here. Then a week or so after, on the YouTube channel for more wider sharing. Got the library started with some there, on YouTube.
Buddhist Lament
Every thing can be replaced
even you.
Everything can be defaced
even you.
Everything will be debased
even you.
Everything will be erased
even you.
We don't control or own shit
even you.
Everything will be replaced
no matter how still
you make
energy
matter.
Change is the only constant.
The Only Constant