Fifteen flags flew
Up the bodhi ladder
Into the simple true.
Fifteen kites blew
To commemorate the matter
Of a new you.
It's largely held that
If it's not one thing then it's another,
But that only holds until the very last one.
With nothing left to grab
You cut off the blather
And mixed into the cadre of the dharma bums.
Problems and love, goals and pride
Throw them in the machine together
Coming clean, pure as death, they'll
Certainly help you up the ladder
Past the things you have known
You can change now, with the weather.
The No-God claimed cannot be found,
So he dropped the anal anti-mysticism. To
Explain is nonsense, not profound,
Think I'll stop here or make a schism.
Again, not both, and it sure ain't neither,
For the things you hate, are neutral or hold dear,
And it 's not some combo of the all of 'em either
This time, for good, you can lose that fear.
The silent prayer now sung as a hearld,
Fifty Hail Marys and one-o-eight Ah Hungs, flares
The spark of revolution, the original non-plan,
Abraham, Moses, Melkizedek and Carol, celebrate with
Pepsi, ambrosia salad, beans, canned ham.