The Monks Are Going Into The Caves
is what my mother would say
when she was trying to instill in me
that all is actually well …
especially, she would mention –
“it is, an election year, things are going to be crazy.”
So, I know, this Monk, is going into the cave.
The center, a passion play that is not a trick.
Once there was a mouse. Who heard a
distant sound. He left his home in search
of the source of mystery. This mouse
fell into the river and found a journey.
Seven Arrows, a grandfather
suggested .. don’t go .. stay here with me …
But, the mouse had given everything he
had away, fear – his only robe!
Soon – the mouse, fearing a shadow ..
found that the Eagle .. his biggest fear –
was on him. After he let go .. he flew away.
On the top of a mountain –
he found, he was,
and I alone, in my room, learned of
Nelson Mandela, read the book – as
a child, appalled that this man was so
alone for so long – just because. and then
we stood and fought and won, surrounded
the Thinker, took over the information station –
and shut it down, Minerva – and her machine
was crushed by her own children. A progressive
league of students, and I, as a young man … took
down oppression. yet .. on to No Nukes –
The F.O.C.U.L point of a campaign – fairness was born –
I went on to study culture born of a Malian empire – and
then, was captured by the natives and haunted
by the sounds of rail yard ghosts.
There is power, there is power in a band of working
folks, when they stand, united they fall and now I am going
into the cave. A monk, the loneliest one. I have climbed
enough mountains, drank enough wine, I know this is not
an act, I have seen the end, turned and came back, I fear
only fear – because, …
Act 4 –
We are all going to die. We are not free.
Point Of Privilege!
whereas – I have sat with activists,
sang with reds and hippies, worked with people
who were born again, found god, ran from
whereas – I have drummed a sacred sound
with the best. Found a place somewhere there,
out there in space, I have heard the last trumpet –
written disgruntled revelations to the editor.
whereas – we all want the same thing! All of us
who are awake to the spirit, equations, language –
call it what you want .. we all come from dirt.
So, there for be it resolved.
The monks are going
into the caves and
I am going with them!
To be or not to be,
is a statement,
not a question!