Poetry

languages and cultures
come with thought-worlds,
systemically unique
conventional
ways of thinking.
i am slowly forming
a section of my brain
according to the
thai thought-world.
it resembles a mixture
of the pali and chinese
thought-worlds
i already have.

a new bearded face,
a new identity,
unknown changes
to perceptual affects,
undiscovered methods
of wearing
this new mask.
seems most people
treat me more somberly.

like a black foggy night,
a curvy hilly road,
no streetlights,
one small headlight,
and a finite battery,
are my present projects.
at least i know
where i'm heading.

paranoia-inducing
meticulous emails
to powerful people,
who rarely respond.

staged tv melodrama,
easily solvable
with just a little
frank communication.

welcoming a
weakened typhoid
houseguest.
hoping he doesn't
slit my throat

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seems related
to faith
in reincarnation
and a kammically
moral universe,
namely that,
given even
moderate effort
and craving
in life,
the universe
will eventually
conspire to
place one where
one should be.
of course,
not worrying
intentionally
means that
subconscious
and biological
circumstances
drive becoming,
like samsara
on auto-pilot.
even nibbana
requires craving
craving's end.
for positive ends,
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still requires effort.