The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

My Teacher’s Invitation to the Spiritual Teachers

My Teacher said—John, go get the Spiritual Teachers
take em to the place where we did retreat
down in the 'Loin where some boys and girls
likely get fucked fore they get to eat
down with the junkies shootin in the alleys
down where the tweakers get too thin
take them Teachers down to the city
where the cold wind stops at the dumpster bin
John, be kind but get em freakin
let em sit and get hella upset
then—do your job and get em thinkin
they haven't finished their training yet
take each to an empty room and leave em
say a few words as you shut the door:
thoughts are ok but don’t believe em
that’s about it—oh one thing more
out there is the whatever it is tradition
in here is just whatever it is
out there is recognerudition
in here sentient blood and jizz
here no Teacher says what’s right
sit here a year or two—good luck!
remember in your meditation
out there nobody gives a fuck

Love to All,

- John O.

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