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Maybe's babies

The Dalai Lama once asked

a team of Neuroscientists to 

study meditation, and monks

have happy brains, yes. And

a single mother of two and

three jobs to feed

may meditate and still

feel need and

maybe

her babies are crying

too loud to think

and maybe

nothing is universal and

maybe that's just

​

ok

​

I heard

of a man who's body

was found in the desert

post meditation teaching

felt unworthy of salsa

dancing

​

and

​

I read

somewhere that the

Buddha was once anorexic:

living on guilt, and hopelessness

so dedicated to 

nothingness they almost married

​

and the world was never meant for perfection

and humans will always bite the apple

because curiosity keeps hearts bloody over

metal, and do we want a metal world? Maybe

​

living is more than dying and

people live in pits and

choosing to pit one-

self is helpful to no-

one so how is one

to live knowing?

​

Are the answers birthed equal

or equated

by summation of all existing material?

​

Like finding some perfect center

while everything keeps moving

and the center's been the same

since the beginning

but we can't stop adding

because what else are we to do

when life is too live-able?

​

Make more!

So we do and maybe

our extinction will come by

the hand of our creation

so human kind may finally feel

god-like

​

and some devil-like, hell-like

land will surely form in the wake

of all this trying

all this fear of losing out

on something better

so always tipping the scale towards the sun

​

so those left in the dark will heat

each other on a shared sense of

hatred towards humans choosing

with their teeth and

​

maybe

we're too pointy

to love something wholy

​

and maybe

that's just

the point

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