ASLEEP IN
THE RUINS

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