Gary.
I only went
the first time
because John made a big fuss
over his bright
wisdom eye.
How green
was my understanding
how underdeveloped
my hara
my belly center then.
As a child,
i watched the Sword In The Stone
so i knew
sages and sorcerers
had white hair
if they were legit.
Gary shook my hand
learned my name
pierced through my wall
with his blue eye.
Once I asked a monk
if he was enlightened
he said
if an enlightened man
was sitting right here
what could he do?
Reach in and pull
you out?
He laughed at me.
Gary, shining aura
around his being
and staring so easily
through my bullshit,
untying the lies
I told myself
about myself
faster than I
could spin them,
i knew
yes, monk
who thinks he knows
but he does not,
yes he would.
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