143. Weekly Report (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

What do you have to say, when all is done? The shiny moment came, and now is gone. Your tears of joy for endless grace have dried, Connection’s fire wrestled with your pride And solitude is back to brush your cheek. You’ve lived three months in just another week! Some friendships prune, while others bear new fruit. Is this world’s illness chronic or acute? What music graced your ears and made you leap? Which memories and photos will you keep? If there’s a rhyme or reason… Let it be! Your playfulness is plain for all to see. Why mope around and give the evil eye, When nature paints you love songs on the sky? The Buddha knew, half-smiles are where it’s at. The Middle Way is not a tit-for-tat. Salvation isn’t on the stock exchange. Your deepest truth is wonderful. And strange! You will not shine on your commute to work. Old Uncle Walt would look at us and smirk. Freedom is all around, for those who know. There’s land where creatures crawl, and sunsets glow. Let’s claim our Kingdom… give it all away… And be... until there’s nothing more to say.