Exuberantly: Change

Isn’t life strange?
All of a sudden
My nose runs
And then it rains!

Pigeons come
And pigeons go,
Seagulls fly,
Swooping high, then low,

Good news
And bad news,
Travels far
Across the airwaves;

The sky
Clears again,
Just in time
For the sun to set;

I can’t get it
Together yet,
How all the bits
And pieces fit;

And yet, they do,
No matter what,
The words and the spaces,
The honours and the disgraces,

Fame and ignominy,
War and peace,
Sleep and waking,
Turmoil and ease,

Onward and upward
And down again,
Sinking through the floor
And bouncing skyward once more.

Exuberance: As Far as We Can Go

‘When finally I get
What I need,
It’s always a case of,
Too little, too late!’
I complained.

But then,
As I considered further,
I concluded,
‘Tis always thus!’

No matter
How far
We travel,
We always have further to go,

Too far
Is never
Far enough
For us;

Even the Buddha,
When he came to
The end
Of his long life,

Hesitated
On the threshold
Of final release,
Reflecting that
There was
So much more
That he could do,
If only, he but dallied
A while longer

But, “no,” he decided, at last,
He had to go,
To move on,
As do all of us.

Extroverted: Succinctly

What a mess!
Why all this work?
Where does it lead?
Nowhere, as far as I can see;

So much frustration and effort
For nothing,
Just to make
A handful of dollars,

Would it not
Be better
To work for nothing
For myself?

And yet,
Would it be
Any less frustrating
Or any more profitable?

Alas, I fear not,
Going out on one’s own
Is such a risk
And requires many resources,

No one is independent
Of circumstances
And they need to be just right
In order to succeed;

And where will this end?
When will this project cease?
With my end, I suppose
Whatever that is. . .

Put succinctly: Everything and everyone
Is bound
By circumstances
And yet,
Everything and everyone is free.