she paced the stage of the latest show for the intelligentsia
long hair streaked with grey
at the temples, round tortoiseshell frames
lanky, energetic, a brain scientist who
suffered a stroke and discovered peace
when her left brain stopped chattering.
One with the universe, no worries, no “I”.
Her voice softens, falters, she stops pacing,
gazes out at the captivated audience,
“What a gift to get rid of 38 years of emotional baggage!”
The crowd breaks out in an uproar of applause,
the intellectuals at their own down-home revival,
seeking a path to get rid of the pain of being human.
Suitcases also hold riches.
long hair streaked with grey
at the temples, round tortoiseshell frames
lanky, energetic, a brain scientist who
suffered a stroke and discovered peace
when her left brain stopped chattering.
One with the universe, no worries, no “I”.
Her voice softens, falters, she stops pacing,
gazes out at the captivated audience,
“What a gift to get rid of 38 years of emotional baggage!”
The crowd breaks out in an uproar of applause,
the intellectuals at their own down-home revival,
seeking a path to get rid of the pain of being human.
Suitcases also hold riches.
The content of the talk is quite fascinating, and can be found at
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1 comment:
vicarious blogging! It's interesting to read your poems, know the background, and read ones where I have no background, and find myself trying to draw parallels to the unknown realities.
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