do my mantras everyday
i really dunno
what good they do
maybe save me from
many sticky situations
confrontations
useless perambulations
around invisible suns
of misinterpretation
it is difficult to say
so there is the buddha
sittin’ in meditation
across the cool, cool river
and here is me
with incense burnin’
in the tray at my feet
flowers of observance
held in my hands
just waitin’ for the nod
the fear that all this
is not just some crazy
blown up mental
conflaguration
destined to end
in devastation
rebounds in my mind
an’ punches me back
a billion years to
the day of creation
- from London Works
