Manifesto

You believe that because we've lost the blueprints,
We should throw away our tools.
Maybe the house will build itself.
If we howl at the moon, it might not rain.
If we play together nice, we might not freeze to death.
You're like an actor who throws down his mask
In the middle of a performance,
Shouting, "This is not real!"
And stomps angrily off the stage.
You won't dance because you don't like the music
And you won't change the record
For fear of offending the DJ.
Souls are lined up around the block for this ride
And you're at the top of the wheel
With your hands over your eyes.
Maybe you should sit in a room
With your face to the wall
For the rest of your life
So that you don't create any more "karma."
There are many things which can't be reconciled.
Scorpions live in the beards of saints.
Spiders eat their squirming young
In the petals of precious roses.
Man-eating sharks swim through
Emerald and topaz mosaics
In sapphire-blue waters.
I do not wish to "transcend" with you.
I will plant myself face-down in the nourishing earth.
With my feet rooted, I will spread my arms and bloom.
All the stories that have ever been told
Will flow through my body like sap.
A 1-800 number to God is not necessary.
The manual is in the closet
Behind your left ear.
We contain all the answers;
We need not be afraid to ask the questions.

David Aronson