“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Monk-ee-See
The Dalai Lama traveled to talk
at the University, and it was good
to hear it was no celebrity.
He spoke of "dialogue"
let me repeat-
He spoke of "dialogue"
Not many of us wonder
or need to know
our full thoughts
The way we treat
Others
could be better-granted
territories are gone-
None go out of their way or think
of crossing invisible lines
Surprised to see none like me-
not unique-just unanimously rejected
for some thoughts of me
I didn't see
coming or going
Not knowing our position
we listen to Others
who guide us to Do Unto Others
as if we knew the same treatment
worked wonders on Others.
Conversely,
speaking drowns out listening,
when we worry about what we will say
when it is our turn
The Dalai Lama was dripping like a wet sponge
in the high humidity here.
He was not yet acclimated to hear
his humid reception,
and the excessive
precipitation of June gloom.
Painting by Peder Balke (1864) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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