The Guru Fails



"What is a mouse? Until you search within
To find the answer, you will not be whole.
No treasure trove of cakes or flowing bowl
Of ale, can fill the hollow of your skin."
We thought about this for a while. The soul
Is hardly unimportant, after all.
One bravely offered, "Here beneath the fall
Of food neglected, mice take heaven's dole."
"But do not borrowed treasures quickly pall,
And after eating, are you not still thin,
And hungry, too, and just so all your kin?
What is a mouse?" We left him in the hall,

Pontificating drily. As his squeak
Diminished, we danced cheek to cheek.



© Kevin Berland, 1999


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