Leave the kingdom of Should
and settle in the land of Not Knowing,
where the wise have broken their wine cups
stumbling, falling in astonished laughter.
Where pairs of opposites grow
on a single vine
and lovers squeeze amrit from thorns.
Be done with this yearning
for who you already are.
This begging for what you have.
This beating your breast like a weary pilgrim
who can’t find the journey’s end
in every footstep.
Be done with masters of meditation
who never whisper in your ear,
“Enlightenment is a sacred joke.”
Friend, don’t be so serious
about God.
You might miss her scat singing.
You might miss the wayless
playfulness of death.
If your teacher isn't a trickster,
you’ve probably been tricked!
The truly uncivilized Guru
will lead you off trail
into the wilderness
of your heart.
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