nothing concluded 13

recognizing my dharma

but will not

accept

the title

of a bum.

there are

a few with me,

join me nightly,

as often as

they can.

all of us

at different

stages of our lives

but converging

on this spot.

such a strange

and trendy spot

for us; those

who do not fit

mind-wise.

believe, myself,

that we are all

similar, but

still for some reason

I feel uncomfortable.

jack spoke of japhy

and the beats

as bums

dharma bums

am I similar?

the one who

has parallel

thought to mine

no longer comes

to this place.

all looking to him

as his plane

is much higher

state of being

revered, my guru.

many get lost in his

appearance

not important to him

knowing as I do

it is only the outer package.

know him as I do,

impossibility

only a dream

for the groups who stare,

but I won’t call them bums.

am I the only one

who knows, recognizes

my dharma

they seem inspired,

are they?

all that seems real

is only a dream

parts of the whole

incarnations circling

the cycle to escape.

bleeding my mind

nightly, here

but what is it

that I hope

to accomplish.

spinning thoughts

as the ceiling fan

with four lights

below and reading

the truths into them.

not all as accepting

as I

frowning upon new members,

but who

let them in?

no one has anything to say

and to think they

can exclude some

flaunts their selfish

attachments, afraid to bend.

when they tire, if they do

I will not make any stay

alone I will be

awaiting and remaining

so still, nothing concluded...