by Terry Baker


We've all been taught

To hate and fear

We drown in our sorrow

Beer after beer


We worship, we pray

We read the Good Book

We sit and meditate

On instructions to the cook


We sleep in the ruins

We search in the dark

If a dog is a Buddha

Does the Buddha bark


All life is suffering

But living is an art

We leave hell for heaven

With a change of heart


Our path is a paradox

Wherever we roam

Home we are headed

Yet we're already home


We're born in this world

We depart when we die

We walk about in wonder

And forget to ask WHY