So I'm 23.
Things are still the same
still the same old me
still
still
just this new sadness

I wonder if Buddha really had it right,
it is the illusions
in life
the ties
the people
the moments
which give life its beauty

and Anne Sexton said truth
with grace, poignance
that only the true believers mock God

I miss my freedom and peace of mind
I want to whistle everything down the wind
white doves
uncaged into blue skies
a fistful of golden sand or leaves
dancing in a breeze
a goodbye drown out by sea waves

I miss my self-sufficiency
the simplicity
of one
Two makes things complicated
but One and a half drives me crazy
with anticipation
with expectation
with hope and disappointment.
I want to just throw it to the wind
and let God's hand embrace
the confusion

I want the determination and suave calm
to sit under a Bodhi tree
and let life unravel itself around you
in messy tangles
while you unwind reality
and make everything illusion
but the truth is simple
only if you're alone
and the Buddha was
one