I got caught in the attachments of the world
poor relative judgment became my moniker,
now I've let it all go and made new mantras
ordinary balance end analogous awareness
No one is more equal
Nor less faultlessly built
We're but all broken bits
Of the same mortal quilt
No one is less worthy
Nor more perfectly made
We're but all damaged goods
Of defective low-grade
No one is less human
No more flawlessly blest
We're but all on the blink
Of a life soon at rest
Yes, and what we've done with our twin lives,
'tis a movie in the can exploring rise and falls
Whilst what we're doing here in our late lives
'tis proof gentle man, we're now standing tall!
There's only you, which is me
And then there's me, which is you
So alike it's plain to see
Sunkissed atoms through and through
Love's the universal pact
Signed by you, and also me
Such a simpleminded act
Wide-eyed truth on bended knee
I'm posting, publishing, soon peeking
I've been doing this all day in and out
At moment I believe I'm also peaking
hoping some day's kind to my shouts
I'm mending on a heartstring
healed in bath salts of reason
I feel like sobriety had led me
off an old lane in self-treason
Sometime went to her tolling
processing fate must survive,
I love to see ordinary balance
equally psychologically alive
Well then, what do I stand for?
'tis personally and only for me
which's one's the most upright
just Buddha say now I can see!
Reach reach reach down inside
Deep in the comfy numb
The place of toxic flaws
Where virulence comes from
Pull pull pull the heartstrings
Dead to the broken soul
The place of self-reproach
Where sorrows take their toll
Reach reach reach for the sky
Dark as the bitter moon
The place of run and gun
Where pipers play their tune
I know I've not been using cannabis
when I forget remembering Buddha,
I overeat because of my painful past
sadness prevents a loving of myself
melancholies morph middle names
Buddha speaks of extraordinary balance
the kind only Master claims and obtains
before extraordinary ordinary manifests
in ordinary balance I see Buddha's brain
Buddha perfects psychological balances
though just kind Masters' are able to see
from their spot of extraordinary balance
my ordinary balance I joyously received
We got to live and see some things
To take the good times with the bad
Like birds of passage fore the trail
Our galivanting made us glad
We got to stay and do some things
To ride the high tides with the low
Like navigators neath the stars
Our wanderlust did steal the show
We got to ripen and grow old
To feel the rapture with the pang
Like puppet masters pon the stage
Our barnstorms bowed out with a bang
