Getting the Juice
Master Po,
I humbly come to inquire of thee;
Should I desire fame and fortune,
will that be enough to satisfy me
Should I taste of all the pleasures
of this world that will avail openly ...
Some come with cost, some given free ...
Will I then become the man I need to be
Master Po,
I implore you to answer me
Life and death hangs in the balance,
for today, this blessed temple I now leave
Young grasshopper,
listen to what the wind say:
The journey of life begins empty,
and thus you acquire things along the way
Some things are good,
some things not so
All things that are bestowed,
you then choose to either keep or let go
As for your leaving,
I am happy, but saddened also
Fetch my flute,
and I will beseech the spirit of wisdom
to follow you wherever you journey to and fro
Master Po,
I will do as you bid me to do,
I will be honored to hear the song of the flute
The fire in the temple is more alive today,
let it dance the dance of life as you begin to play
For once I leave this hallowed place,
I vow to always remember the taste of the temple grape
Grapes which burst forth the pure juice:
Grapes of divine truth
This poem was inspired by my talented poetic friend, Probir Gupta
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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