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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