There Is No Bus

There Is No Bus
May 2, 2004

Ascend into myself
like letting go of boundaries.
Do I know what is the right word?
It can only come in the testing.
Words, like keys, may fit.
We have been everywhere else,
wanting
for that one piece of the puzzle.
I can almost tell what it's supposed
to be shaped like.
Ascending into myself,
all around me are shouting voices.
(Ascend into myself.)
They echo thus and such
But they have not read the Book,
the one with the mirror in the Back,
the one that says
'Some assembly required'.
I walk the common streets,
may buy this or that.
Never such clamor as in the market.
But I will find the one thing,
take it home, and
let it sit on my shelf,
spend some time with it.
Knowing its form, I may
better know its function.
All such elegant beginnings like this,
ascend into oneself.
Assemble and re-assemble there.
Don't resemble someone else,
be 'YOU'!
Think I can lift this package
all the way to
Gajamari.
You can get instructions,
but there is no bus.

JAL, 5 - 2 - 2004