Go To A Garden And Sulk Poem by Ravi Kopra
Go To A Garden And Sulk
When you are down in dumps
Go to a garden and sulk
See there white lotus flowers in the pond
Where Buddha meditates seated on them
Clad in loose garments, bare footed
Hands on knees, eyes closed, lips smiling
Peaceful, tranquil, blissful, making
Mantras in his mind for us to be worry free -
Do no swing to highs
Do not bow to lows
Live in moderation, be simple
Be steady, do not to and fro
Be yourself, don't give up under pressure
Keep your head high, don't let anybody kick you around
Take care of yourself, family, friends, others
Be kind, be gentle, fight always for justice
You will walk out of the garden, blessed, afresh
Smiling, ready to live life in peace and happiness.
BY AMY GERSTLER
Gardens are also good places
to sulk. You pass beds of
spiky voodoo lilies
and trip over the roots
of a sweet gum tree,
in search of medieval
plants whose leaves,
when they drop off
turn into birds
if they fall on land,
and colored carp if they
plop into water.
Suddenly the archetypal
human desire for peace
with every other species
wells up in you. The lion
and the lamb cuddling up.
The snake and the snail, kissing.
Even the prick of the thistle,
queen of the weeds, revives
your secret belief
in perpetual spring,
your faith that for every hurt
there is a leaf to cure it.
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5/13/2024 2:21:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some days are bad without any reason. Garden is a jailtime given for treason.
Wrong. Go back to the poem and read In Perpetual Spring BY AMY GERSTLER in the story section.