My Giddy Guru [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Let us assist the inevitable awakening process,
my giddy guru sweetly sings while turning gentle
cartwheels on the swings - flying high beyond our
sky to visit new realms; I sigh, if this is inevitable,
why? - Just go within, he brightly twinkles - but I
think I'm living within already; he says to

Embrace everyone - yet I read of a farmer who
offered homes to the xenophobic displaced and
has now been evicted from his own land by the
very people he tried to help; Practice trust - my
self-assured guru adds & I think to myself: only
certain people if I must, only idiots have blind

Faith and lose to calculating strangers "without
evil intent" as my innocently hare-brained guru
says, EVERYONE is just misguided - too bad, I
don't want to be a willing victim, thank you; Also
honour and respect all people everywhere - he
dramatically adds, hugging himself and I reply:

As long as there is enough space between us
I can honour and love everyone by twinkling at
them in imitation of my delightful make-believe
guru as he swings far beyond this world in the
heights of his own hallucinating imaginations