There is a tyranny to this world that seeks to muzzle you.
It is a cult of uniformity
and it grows more uncomfortable by the day
with the thought of you loving yourself.
Throw off the invisible restraints!
Go dance in a meadow at dawn!
Make time every day to listen to the Dharma found in Bird-Speech-Wisdom!
Embody the old animal forms of tiger, dragon, and crane
that Bodhidharma taught the bandit-weary monks of Shaolin.
You, too, could fly like a graceful egret o'er the enemy
and plant a well-placed kick in the name of all our freedom!
Who knows where all this Puritanical rigidity started...
but down here in the Southern flatlands
I get the image of a stuffy old white man
who's uncomfortable with black women
and men who wear flowers
and poets in indigo shibori headwraps.
If you choose to hold your tongue
or to fall-in-step with the 'Not-See' Party
no one can really blame you.
Everyone is living behind enemy lines these days.
But, remember what Whitman said...as in 'Walt'.
"Cheer up slaves, and horrify foreign despots..."
I would add --
domestic despots, too,
even if they're in your own bed,
under your roof,
or sitting in The White House.
The rucksack revolution of crazy clouds and Zen lunatics is still going on!
The real ones don't build temples that the "Evangies" can burn down.
We're a slow-growing virus that have seeped into every corner of this land.
We're like those old shinobi ninjas
that dwell in the dark
plotting against the enemy
we plot against the infected Western mind
and our secret twilight currency
(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com