I threw eight balls in the air
and caught the ten
energy and consciousness in
the flow of attention to
action of execution until
the attention is the execution
and the execution is nothing
at all.
Juggling is a fool’s profession
done for the amusement
of the wise. Wisdom smiles
on the fool. The foolish
laugh at the wise.
Each are correct in their fashion.
As wisdom ages it often
takes refuge in the foolish
as a way to touch
the child that still
giggles in our heart.
It is said there is no fool
like an old fool.
There is only one fool
a bag and stick over
one shoulder, a dog
skipping at my heels.
Laughing at the devil.
Showing my ass to the angel.
Genuine laughter.
When love is the ocean
you sail, the dog is
obvious company and
the sack contains all I will
and ever need.
What is in the sack?
My sole and greatest treasure.
Understanding.
I dump it out on the floor
and examine the contents
what no longer serves
I do not throw away
but let go.
