seating you

when i seat you at the head of the table
making you my master host, you pull
your chair aside to sit beside another
farther from me committed to your

welfare making my comforts secondary
but when I am engrossed in my labour
to make my life tidy, you push the stool
beside me away to seat yourself on my knees

disrupting my efforts, demanding my total
attention, my undiluted affection and love
a single minded worship with no trace
of hypocrisy to make my in and out the same

henry victor     23.02.2013

a piece of poop

i see my nothingness clearly yet becoming
a bodhisattva is nothing but a mirage
unreal water good not for quenching
thirst of self, tired of search among poop

lee and scum people leave behind in cup
unlike that of the creatures bigger but smaller
brains for palaeontologists and the likes
to construct and instruct me the path

to nirvana, that extinction, a blowing out
to me a smaller a crow on the tree top
that worthless chicken poop in a fowl cage
walking on ground with shoes with no grip

making the walking tedious and frustrating
looking always down on the ground
unable to see awesome scenes around
to spark fire in heart, an energy for soul

henry victor     21.02.2013