"What Else"
If i have to live a little bent
From the common straight and narrow
Disparity of inner vision
Is acceptable to me now
How better to peer beyond the walls
Of socially formed realities
This sight is governed as my bones
Unconscious physics of life mostly
Yet joints i have and mind waves too
All of we mysterious and deep
Nothing new can pass the pen a face
Is but a face for all that
But to sing the tones revealed in clouds
Of thought that are the wellspring of this
May add a drop of compassion to
The ocean of sentient beings
Then what is there for me to do but
Seize the task with open hand and write?
oldie but goodie
