You’re heading true north
but truth is elusive, useless
even. Incorporeal monads
have soul. Corporeal monads
got it rough. And I think therefore
divides man and beast merely.
After that it’s a free-for-all.
The roots of monasticism,
I learned last night, are in
plain sight, mono, one body
being ample for a lifetime.
In six days you will be
dust (or not) , perspective
being everything and a bias.
In six days in your eyes
the shebang: a speck approaching or
receding. Happy birthday.
Sarah Sarai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-noticed-the-21st-is-ascension-day/
