The astrologer said I
suffered from
undigested wisdom,
in that my brain, overheated
by precepts, aphorisms,
sutras, maxims, and
discourses
had seized up
and become a
judging machine,
fouling my original good intentions,
and even that noble aspiration,
letting go,
was stained
with superego.
They advised
for my recuperation
that I attend to
small things
like feeding the cats,
sweeping the floor,
serving in secrecy
when there is
nothing to be gained
or lost, and
catching a glance
that will never come again,
.
A professional editor for over thirty years, Ed works in a variety of genres. His projects have received publishing and professional awards.