Planes, Hearts, and Joints
I sit most days with physical
My arm with elbow tight
My new knee with titanium joint
My neck with fore discs so bright
Mine is the disease of joints
Ankylosing Spondylitis can you
Say the syllables that is the point
Before I say retire will you say
My day is Bengal Tiger
Or Vietnamese Cardiologist
Dr. Pham escaped to a place
My heart's pacemaker into
This no-hair chest, wonder
Thousands of men like me
Write of Courage to Be
Buddha universal being
From the desire to desire, one
Finds form in a personal pyre
Beware day's spring warms joints
Places never visited on days
Fortune reads wired news
Personal criticisms never visited
Never asked for, the reason
My Cardiologist says my heart
Will last another 10 years
He tells me stories about
Escaping socialism
Becoming boatman at age fourteen
His only desire to make US show
Become a doctor, swam to fishing
Boat, taken to foster family
Sure we have a bed, father, mother
Slaughtered as father had fought
Along with US soldiers, boy
Becoming doctor says he knows
My joints drive me crazy, I say
Not like too much drink 30 years
Ago, we say together, there's always
Something deep within, now
We are free from the tiger who
Is not free in India, nor snow leopard
Off endangered lists, he climbs one
More High mountain, as one's
Partner escaped to the Pali
Rejecting Mahayana, Theravada,
We both practice freedom no one
Can say he's not met our fire, upon
Fire, we are both in our sixties
He says he'll never retire he's
The most loved surgeon at Sanford
Hospital, I'm lucky to have health
Undone, nothing left undone, dove depends
In fire as jets flame over the head, Spitfire,
So many without a doctor left to die
Oh, Buddha, we sit in Metta, Metta.
Tai Shi
sat toda/lah
Gassho
I sit most days with physical
My arm with elbow tight
My new knee with titanium joint
My neck with fore discs so bright
Mine is the disease of joints
Ankylosing Spondylitis can you
Say the syllables that is the point
Before I say retire will you say
My day is Bengal Tiger
Or Vietnamese Cardiologist
Dr. Pham escaped to a place
My heart's pacemaker into
This no-hair chest, wonder
Thousands of men like me
Write of Courage to Be
Buddha universal being
From the desire to desire, one
Finds form in a personal pyre
Beware day's spring warms joints
Places never visited on days
Fortune reads wired news
Personal criticisms never visited
Never asked for, the reason
My Cardiologist says my heart
Will last another 10 years
He tells me stories about
Escaping socialism
Becoming boatman at age fourteen
His only desire to make US show
Become a doctor, swam to fishing
Boat, taken to foster family
Sure we have a bed, father, mother
Slaughtered as father had fought
Along with US soldiers, boy
Becoming doctor says he knows
My joints drive me crazy, I say
Not like too much drink 30 years
Ago, we say together, there's always
Something deep within, now
We are free from the tiger who
Is not free in India, nor snow leopard
Off endangered lists, he climbs one
More High mountain, as one's
Partner escaped to the Pali
Rejecting Mahayana, Theravada,
We both practice freedom no one
Can say he's not met our fire, upon
Fire, we are both in our sixties
He says he'll never retire he's
The most loved surgeon at Sanford
Hospital, I'm lucky to have health
Undone, nothing left undone, dove depends
In fire as jets flame over the head, Spitfire,
So many without a doctor left to die
Oh, Buddha, we sit in Metta, Metta.
Tai Shi
sat toda/lah
Gassho
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