PASST DAH CHURNIN' : Mutant Thoughts on Transcending Desire

	As long as we are yearnin'
	Ouwa bones 'll be churnin'
	so if ya wunt sum peas
	sit still a while & nutice
	how ya breathe

	Dah garden ah laife z
	alrutty purrfect & komplite –
	yawh jozz jest ta nuttice it
	yawh looney!

	Whither or nut it makes any senz
	yahz alurutty haf dah keys
	tah be 100% kontent

	If yawh want luss inner burnin'
	dew a butt mure awakened learnin'

	Laif'zz okay
	butt unless yawh wanna be kaught in
	endless circles ah flame
	zen a bit hurder
	& transcend know-shons ah lass err gain


Ron: 	Most religions problematize yearning. However, I see no problem with churning.

Lis: 	(raising her eyebrows) Don't you get tired of it?

Ron: 	Not if I take things lightly. People who take themselves seriously are tiring. 
        Those who know everything is a charade have a lightness that is refreshing.

Lex: 	(frowning) . . . 'Everything  a charade'? What a waste of human potential!

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from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY: Reflections on aspirations, nonsense, and transience.
KEYWORDS: zen and desire, fauvist illuminations, yearning and churning

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - )
Begun:  2003 in Shizuoka, Japan ✠ Finished: 2024 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}}

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