Until I rented this apartment (pink flamingos flank the door!), I had to walk up three long flights of stairs. Now I’m on the ground floor, and even have a little kitchen garden, where I grow basil, chives, and parsley. I’ve squeezed in one tomato plant and one pepper. After supper each night, I set aside my sorrows (who knew that life could be so difficult?), and pore over maps of far-off places, dreaming of cruises that last for years, not weeks. Could there be a better way to spend my twilight days?
Burn down, white candle,
veer off course, distant planets—
my wineglass is full!
~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
Observe the maggots; climb the stairs;
Smell the coffee; ignore grey hairs;
Your cup is full, you need no more—
Go forth in peace, and close the door.
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
Enough is enough, fool on the hill;
Hush all your babbling, and just be still.
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
The one who leaves will return,
Having seen the mountain burn,
And the crocus will rejoice
When it hears the master’s voice.
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
Neck and neck the horses run,
Uphill, downhill, just for fun.
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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