skinned knee
ask and you shall receivebut be careful what you wish fori wanted liberation in londonthey lost my luggagei found myself alonesurrounded by yankees and britsi wanted ananda in canadato camp at an ashramtoo much chantingesoteric philosophiesand a mean swami lateri was back home in bed, depressedi wanted californian changefound out, yes, there is such a thingas too much yogaand there are both zen centers and christian radicalsin the city by the bayi wanted to soak up mexicoto eat sandia with fridacame home with a souveniren mi corazonand one in my intestinesi wanted india in my skinfell to my knees and scraped the left onethe dhamma nazis threw saffron-colored powder on my little woundit didn't hurtbut i cried quiet tears that had been waiting years to reach the surfacethis moment is perfectevery one isequanimity tattooed inside my foreheadgratitude for spiders and saffron and dhammawhat will you ask for?what will you receive?