indian buffet

west on 52nd street
to the Indian restaurant,
daily lunch buffet
of delicious food

spacious room,
colorful Indian pictures
hanging on the paneled walls
and snowy white tablecloths

red haired tantrika and me,
she in a whirlwind,
me in a muddy swamp

we find we are
in accord nonetheless
over nan and sauces,
meat and vegetables

red winds of karma
blew us here.

forlorn lovelorn advice to myself

No need for
anything
in particular,

Yet some
teardrop message of
take it easy
on myself

See benefits
of care
and gentleness,

Lovelorn,
forlorn,
this is
advice to myself.

Paradise Lost

I did not get
what I expected,
my heart's desire,
my heart's desire

Looking up at
blue sky dharmakaya,
I shake my fist,
uselessly.

All my prayers
and devotions
turn to ashes
in my heart.

Gambling, I lost!
With dreams and hopes destroyed,
I wonder why
supplications ever came to mind.

Looking outside
to find something to yell at
Instead I see it's all here
inside my mind

ha ha ho ho
it's all here
inside my mind