My breaths are labored
Punctuated by a cough.
I’d started tending to the neighbors
Everyone in Indiana just scoffs
Meditation is the practice of death
Funny thing I’d count my breath.
I was dishonest to the one I loved
In the name of greater from above.
Now, bereft of both,
My foolishness comes full circle.
Teacher said this work leaves you hated and alone
How many lifetimes must I atone?
Teacher said meaning can come from having kids
How funny now, feels like having adult SIDS.
Teacher said to take it serious
I was a touch too social once, how delirious.
Although afraid, I only fear not completing the work,
Truly being with the Beloved.
If anyone deserves to die, it’s me.
I’m a dang ol’ dummy.