I admit now
that I’d died
maybe not all 
but a portion 
and the rest
froze went dormant 
went into stasis 
and I operated 
this hollow carcass 
from deep inside 
as the world 
swirled around me 
I stay tucked 
deep down inside 
until a town
in some mountains 
took the time 
to look inside 
and say it’s 
okay you’re safe 
here it’s time 
to come home 

Oh little monkey 
off my back
find your way 
back to cup
and the organ
play music there
sing your song 
into the ears
of the curious 
and easily fooled 
for here you’ll
no longer find 
any spare change 

I prefer knowing 
that it’s done 
whatever it is 
silencing my mind 
it’s like truth
I’d rather know 
than always wonder 
unfinished business and 
secrets like chores
pick away at 
my peace now 

Perhaps present 
is not 
a place
but an
expression of
pure gratitude 
a being
of humility 
and of
kindness and 
blessings and 
of grace 

There’s nothing 
to do 
that needs
to be 
just things 
that take
our time 
think not 
then of
them as
work but 
rather the 
joy of
living our
beautiful lives