Said the 6th patriarch of Chán buddhism.
With this unplanned rant, make like Drake and start at the bottom
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,Derek Walcott
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
is kind of like not wearing underwear. how you interpret that is up to you
A navigator gets you
U need to go
And a nurse
But a nut Sees what’s really real
but still won’t tell you