so much has been arranged for my behalf
it is embarrassing to think on it
the true reason most wont consider real spirit
the lunar and solar disks’ apparent diameters
just so, that eclipses would stun our forbears
the friend’s indecision driving me solo to Europe
hitchhiking for summer destiny just like Odysseus
the bothersome youth who stole my ear to talk software
just long enough to loiter until one angel’s eyes came
that restaurant moment, she asked why I’d not yet kissed her
relieving me my caution for 2 years of fine dalliance
or the hiring manager who disapproved of Hindus
sealing my candidacy for some ridiculous high payment

earth life will crush any takers
who cleave virtuous to heart’s truer notions
were it not for the never wearying onlookers
who goad an impulse from asleep to alert

and now not too late I see it’s how to pay forward
I do my daily labors with an unfounded smiling
for it is not for any wages we toil strenuous or with monotony
nor is it for the maintainence of social glues and graces
it is not for reputation sake we commit to deeds of service
I do it all for me, for the sharp sheer joy of living
and the secret residue what grows my soul

_______RS

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