While the rest of the floor is spotless.
There is yet a bit of a mess in the kitchen.
It is possible, I am afraid, to “awaken,”
To become a guru,
And while chanting “Om”
Be oblivious to what’s under the stove
Sometimes monsters appear in night time dreams.
Hard to sweep them away.
Better to befriend the spirits within,
that will not be thrown out.
Too much demands to be heard,
Taken back, owned.
Some will say, “We are not our resentment;
nor are we other than our resentment.”
That’s wisdom hard to fathom.
But unless we get this, it will always be
the others who are resentful. Others angry.
And we, of course, are fine,
Righteous and upstanding,
Maybe even a guru.
the monsters don’t go away,
And the kitchen begins to smell.