When the desire exceeds the will
expect the journey to be disjoint
When the will exceeds the desire
expect the arrival to disappoint
When the desire exceeds the will
expect the journey to be disjoint
When the will exceeds the desire
expect the arrival to disappoint
The sound of death fills my ears
harsh, unbending
I didn’t expect
you to cry out so
The Buddha says go toward
what you fear
This sounds like suffering
like birth
My dying mother
loves watching television
with the sound off
The TV becomes a train window–
compressing life into fast snippets
bite sized kibbles
infusing the moment
like lavender in old black tea
She laughs at it
points out things I can’t see
reads the news crawler proudly
the way she used to read signs
on the highway out loud
driving everyone else
in the car crazy
The TV highway goes
wherever she wants it to go
past president Obama’s son
and the car with bright feathers,
the endless river of bright words
never fails to amuse her
Heaven gives its glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.
–Robert Frost
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