I have coffee conversations
With enlightened waitresses
Who know the path to Nirvana
Without having read the Diamond Sutra
And nightclub cool Bodhisattvas
Teach me meditation
Over domestic beers,
Everything is clear unconditional love
For life and sweet serenity of non-judgment.
Dark Princess Tiffany
Said cyclamens of stone
Would bloom on her final night,
I’m certain she’s right,
But I’ll dig those flowers
If I have to chisel a bouquet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most uniquely Penned Work, Uriah...a skilled, abstact style of verse you possess my friend...most talented, indeed'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F j R