Give Me Some Fixed Tranquilly Poem by Mark Heathcote

O Lord Rama, karma, from a lost-little bee
all eyes, O dear me, what is it, I-just-can't see.
So busy with honey, what do I prepare esprit
what does this life honour me?
Living amongst this apiary
Is there any chance of some fixed tranquillity?
O Supreme Being, I hope you aren't a fairy-tale
O man of virtue, should not all look up to you
hoping they can find our better selves behind a veil.
Yes, we model our beliefs on self-improvement
but isn't it just the fulfilment-
of another kind of disillusionment
O little bee, karma, O Lord Rama,
is this weary kaleidoscopic picture
I set before you part of which I am, who I might be.
If so, lend me your karma, Lord Rama,
Endow - daub-like honey serenity to a lost little bee,
and grant him, me some fixed, forest glade tranquillity.