Schmoogley's Risk
Reaching out to make others feel good
Doesn't end their continuation as morons.
Reaching to help yet another, the first falls back:
How are you going to explain that to your real Mom?
How can you say that God is good?
The girl danced and danced: I trust her truth
She forgot how she was supposed to be
Forgetting to help, she takes the great risk
So to spin the world off its trajectory
Exposing old heroes as ordinary spooks.
The cat got chased without a dog zen thought.
The redneck doesn't care much for Superman's tights.
As Schmoogley boy would like a bone today,
Mr. Whitman boldly declares his delights,
And too, the dancer shakes, caring not what she ought.
While all must love, the chosen let it go,
Knowing the difference between leaves and the wood,
One is pecked off, the other stays.
The vow is the remnant of the magic good
The pith, not the fluff, the wise do know.
Doesn't end their continuation as morons.
Reaching to help yet another, the first falls back:
How are you going to explain that to your real Mom?
How can you say that God is good?
The girl danced and danced: I trust her truth
She forgot how she was supposed to be
Forgetting to help, she takes the great risk
So to spin the world off its trajectory
Exposing old heroes as ordinary spooks.
The cat got chased without a dog zen thought.
The redneck doesn't care much for Superman's tights.
As Schmoogley boy would like a bone today,
Mr. Whitman boldly declares his delights,
And too, the dancer shakes, caring not what she ought.
While all must love, the chosen let it go,
Knowing the difference between leaves and the wood,
One is pecked off, the other stays.
The vow is the remnant of the magic good
The pith, not the fluff, the wise do know.
posted by solburger at 8:28 PM
1 Comments:
too much fluff, not enough real stuff, yet without a tree with roots, we are like seed fluffs from the great balboa tree, we are floating in the air, the perfect air of paradise......we are wanting the tree to take root here, but our karma and obstacles overwhelm and distract us, the wrathful purifying demon kali kids taunt us and drive us to distraction, giving us no peace until we surrender all, and stand in our nothingness......give me a break!!!!! when will the 12 true dhama dancers manifest in paradise......sol, bring them forth!!!!this we pray...........
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