On my shelf of shrunken knowledge,

Books about books

And authorities on authors,

And I find one shrunken head.

It says more to me than all the rest.

“This world has tried to shrink your head too,” it tells me,

“With endless loops and hoops to jump through.”

I go outside,

And now a second guru comes,

Hopping along the picket fence, 

A tiny grey finch.

He told me just before he flew away,

“Watch this, and you will see a glimpse 

Of the supreme reality!”

And seeing him fly

Through the empty sky,

Suddenly my spirit grew.

Knowledge swelled inside my empty head.

Now I see a beautiful, passive day,

Instead of a rather grey Monday. 

Everything is simply in retrograde. 

And everything will be ok,

Everything always is.

-jenn