Ram Tzu

If so…
What are you made of?
Where did it come from?

Don’t look to science to help you.
The physicists have all become mystics.
They’re of no more use to you than is Ram Tzu.

If you’re really clever you’ll turn around
And walk away
Fast!
Hang around here and you’re liable to lose
Everything you hold dear.

Go back to your church, your temple,
Your therapist, your drug dealer, your ashram.
There you may find a moments peace.
You found it there once.
Here is only emptiness for you.
You’ll find no food for your ego here.

What if your precious sense of self
Were to shrivel up and die?
Where would you be then?
What would happen?

Best not to risk it.

You read the
Spiritual guidebooks.
God on $25 a Day.

You are inspired.
You can’t wait to see
All the sights
So eloquently described.

It all sounds

Much more exciting
Than what you have at home.

But the fear sets in
When it’s time to leave.
You try to pack
Everything you own.
Now you can’t move
For the weight of it.

Ram Tzu knows this…

If you finally go
You’ll travel light.

Ram Tzu has a question for you…

If you don’t define yourself
By what others think of you.

And

You don’t define yourself
By what you think of you.

What are you?

Wholeness

Harmony

Love

Joy

How can Ram Tzu blame you for judging him harshly?
You have swallowed the spiritually ornate dogma
As a sacred host
Passed down from one unenlightened hand to another
Over thousands of years.
You ruminate and digest
Then imagine your resultant turds are Truth itself.

How could you feel otherwise about him?
He is crass and cranky
And woefully unspiritual.
What he is and
What he says is an affront to the crystal truth
You hold to be self evident.

Yet you find yourself
Strangely drawn to him.
Like a moth
Pulled inexorably to the Flame.

Pfffft!

You approach your life
As you would a chess game.
You want to win so you
Consider each move
Mentally playing out every permutation.

Ram Tzu knows this:
Life is not confined by 64 squares.
And God your opponent,
Keeps changing the rules.