Green
The grass is never
greener—the grass is always green.
No glass was ever cleaner
than the one that floats between
Where we’ve been and where
we’re going—yes, plans do matter, true
The careful seeds we’re
sowing, the grand ambitious view:
Transcending the Will,
becoming the Knowledge
Up-ending the hill and
coasting through college
Upturning certain old
traditions
Of learning curves and
repetition
That framework of formal
pursuits of that whole
Unnamed, supernormal,
inclusive non-goal
But reminders abound for the
modest receptives
A man comes around with the
oddest perspectives
Speaking his truth with the
tone of a sage
Seeking his youth in his
home of old age
Telling you things you know
can’t be true
Until the world brings the
show right to you
Travel west at the speed of
sound
You’re at rest and the world
goes round
There’s plenty of prophets, plenty
of preachers
There’s plenty of losses,
and plenty of teachers.
Consider the herb, that
sweet, green and skunky
Throwing those curves at the
peak-seeking monkey
Yeah, it’s no good for
recall, or physics, or math,
But among those who seek,
all roads are one path
Put yourself in a box and
turn on the heat.
Take a long walk until the
soles of your feet
Are bleeding and cracked,
and then tough as a paw
When they lead you right
back with enough of it all.
It all comes around. It’s
the plainest exhibition.
The sun shines down and it
rains for intermission
The elemental circuit is the
way it’s always been
Everything is perfect—The grass is always green.