Day: January 31, 2025

You can keep your celebratory status.
Like anything else in life, it has its costs.
The price for all that attention
is the loss of your public freedom
and being bothered by paparazzi
and often reporters everywhere you go
and the risk of being quoted or
misquoted on something you said.
Screw all that attention, say I.
It just isn’t worth it to me in the end.
Although some celebs seem
to handle it incredibly well.

Bob Boyd

Supposedly an ant just dies
and has no heaven or
nirvana.

Where privileged humans
get the perks of living
cushy, eternal lives.

I find that discriminatory
to the little four-leggeds,
who according to research
have more group smarts
than humans.

But maybe their salvation
is eventually assured
through the transmigration
of souls from one life to
another.

In other words, today an ant
tomorrow a dog. Lives later
a privileged human on the
track of a nirvana or a
heaven.

But still … why the wait?
Why can’t ants be on the
fast track to eternal bliss
instead of having to
make their bones life
after life.

That is, If the Hindu
take on the scheme
of things is unerringly
and theologically right.

Bob Boyd

She told him she loved him.
He said he loved her too.
Marriage and nuptial bliss
followed.

All was good for three years.
Then the love and the bliss
began to unexpectedly
wan and wither away.

And like so many other loves
the once soulmates
ended the love and the bliss
hatefully in a divorce court.

Bob Boyd

Once upon a time monks allowed women
to visit Mount Athos.

But the monks became too distracted
as non-monkish men would as well.

I can understand this as an old, womanless recluse:
Women distract me too.

But not as much as they must have havoced
the minds and the holy intentions of celibate monks.

Though sometimes when I venture of of my quasi monastic solitude
and see women in grocery and department stores

I find myself faced with the distractions of all the lovely women
blooming in the aisles and at the checkout counters

I begin remembering when I was young and with women
and how wonderful and magical my world was then.

For awhile, I pine over being without one of those beautiful distractions
and briefly wish I had one now despite being old and living like a monk.

Bob Boyd