Like an Old Reclusive Monk

No woman in my life
Withdrawn from humankind
Spiritual energy streaming up in me
nonstop permanently
like a Hindu monk charged up with shakti
every day and every night
like a recluse basking in spirituality
waiting for the final release
hoping for the maha samadhi
the world no longer owns me
I yearn for the higher life
the sat chit ananda
the real home of this aging soul
unconditional love, eternal bliss

Bob Boyd

It’s All Impermanent

I’ve reached an age and a time of my life
when I see how my life and the world with its
worries and concerns, suffering and evil,
is all impermanent.

Yet, I have to remind myself of that when
I see things in the news that disturb me,
that don’t matter in the greater scheme,
of the passing impermanence.

This remembrance of the impermanence
puts things in perspective for me,
that none of the disturbing things matter
in this transitory existence I am only
a sojourner in.

Bob Boyd

Too Smitten to See the Signs

I was a teenager
I thought she was perfection in the female form
I was so smitten with her, I couldn’t see the signs
I couldn’t see how she would eventually cheat on me
I had such tunnel vision that I couldn’t see the inevitable
but it was a good lesson
after the tears dried, I gained great clarity
I became wiser and more adept at seeing the signs,
like looking into a crystal and seeing the future with a woman
like becoming practically bulletproof against assaults on my heart in the years to come
though that too smitten to see the heartache coming was painful
it was one of the greatest lessons of my life.

Bob Boyd