Everyone’s tired of your squawking. Mostly you.
John: Thank you, Rafael; for yours is the voice I hear.
And yet your tone is harsh. Have you been drinking beer?
Angel: Perhaps I have or maybe not. Regardless of the fact,
You’re a son of a bitch. Why grope around for tact?
John: Indeed, why grope? Why coddle kiss and flatter?
But do you think I had choice in the matter?
Angel: They say you had none then. But now you do.
John: And you say?
Angel: If the Potter breaks a pot, what’s that to you?
At this point in the conversation, I heard a laughter swelling like a gentle rain.
O Teacher! How kind you are to smile me out of this nightmare.
O Tara, How can you be my Heart and yet appear to me in Space?
Chanting the spell of Your all embracing Love, let me live as a simple sadhu
And spread Your Name and my Teacher’s Fame to all the worlds.
OM TARE TUTARE TURYE SOHA
Love,
- John O.
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