Mud In The Crack


I can put things aside,

put matters on hold,

find reasons not to do anything

about some things;

tell myself

I've given someone enough chances,

plenty opportunities,

enough to last a lifetime

...and I've stopped thinking

about certain matters


When someone, out of the blue,

tells me to re-engage,

I simply tell myself

that the someone has no overview,

and leave it at that


Studying Chögyam Trungpa

may open a thin crack

in that armour,

but I'm certain I can fill it with mud

Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-29 at 08:29

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
At some point the student becomes the teacher becomes the master becomes the student. This poem reminds me of that cycle.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I smiled, ruefully, at your last line. But Buddhism is a gentle practice for the most part, and Chögyam Trungpa actually played in the mud didn't he? ;)