greed get's in the way of just being and living
and time floats away
or you remember
keep what you need
by John Harter
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and you forget that tommorrow
and do what a baby would do.
and stand alone wanting friends
with nothing but worthless pie in your hands.
settling behind you
your brow creases
right in the middle
your life ceases
your pie spills everywhere.
and lights come on
everyone can look at you
you'll look at them
you give everything away
walk into the sun
know your own death
behave like the son
of God that you are.
"Mending the Crucifiction of my Life."
Hathor Speaks
The Blue Hills of Buddha