I've seen a wise man die of hunger.
And leaves fall in winter even with the slightest wind.
I’ve seen a fool beat his cook.
And Lalla waits for love of an absurd world to let go.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Playing with Lalla G:108. "Drop it”
This sack of sweetness gets heavier
as the shoulder strap loosens and drops.
The road before me appears crooked and lost.
O how can I carry this burden any further?
The liberating words of the guru keep falling
hard on my shoulders with blistering loss.
Ah but this flock of senses has no shepherd!
O how can I carry this burden any further?
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