Stop what you are doing!
no, really!
Get outside!
The world is just beginning
and you are contemplating navels.

Say what you really mean to say.
I was here before,
but I recognized not the signs.
Now the loud large letters,
garish in their implications
say something to my mind.

Well!
Discovery is like that.
You can stare all day at something
and never see it.
Do you want to be like that?

The world is waiting for something better.
But they do not know it.
Silent munchies in hidden graveyards,
reading the tombstones
is valuable.
Who valued who and why?
A man sings of his teacher
Vimalananda,
and I rejoice that he knew him.
Think life is short?
Life IS short.
What are we doing about it?

Ancient sages would not let themselves forget.  
The skull is our future.
Everywhere the loud voices are shouting,
they are partying,
and they do not know it is the
'day of the dead'.
But it is always 'day of the dead'.
Somebody dies each day.
Just make sure it is not you.

You look in the mirror,
and whew!
Sing now your song while you can.
Ancient sages might have wished to be
more in tune.
Work with what ya got.
Never a better moment for that ragged tune.
'Croak' before you 'croak'.

Say that image of the skull again.
Before you, the hollow spaces
where there used to be eyes,
used to be consciousness.
Are you so sure you want to lose
this to some mindless bliss?

See again the empty spaces.
Shock and then shock again.
Reclaim the moment.
You had it once,
but then you lost it.
Seeking in that purse of money,
you won't find it.

Whoops!
I lost the moment!
Connection to deep self lost
and where did it go?
Poem done now?

See again the hollow spaces of the skull
where there used to be eyes.
See again the hollow spaces of the skull
where there used to be mouth.
See again the earless hard shell -
Just 'shell'.
Soul is waiting to scream loudly,
"I reclaim this moment!"
I can again gain the thread.
See!
Hands are free!
I use them to pull, pull, pull
this thread of words.
And you say I am not rich?
I of the battered car,
and stained dress?
You say I am not rich?
I laugh, laugh, laugh.

What could trump Trump's wealth?
I hold it in my hands.
Hah!
I am free!
And is he?
He must answer for himself.
I do enough answering for me.
Be well, now.
Smile often.