The Flying Monks of Walla Walla!by Tim Kavi
across the purpled
plains they did come
riding on batwings
with cat smiles
minstrels of the sacred
baking bread
in brick ovens
they ate in haste
wires strung
between two cliffs
they did traverse
no need to rehearse
flying loops
gymnasts in motion
they needed no potion
landings were so sure
they climbed
the cliffs of my heart
climbed the soul
of my deepest longings
I wanted to fly with them
but these are skilled steps
they said
so I fled, instead
unwilling to pay the price
really no time
for years of training
just to enjoy their explaining
wisdom speaks
still, some were walking
the rope, a delicate balance
between future's hope
they were
the flying monks
of Walla Walla!
the music fades...
as minstrels applaud
and dance
crowing like Chanticleer!
jest like the joker
revealed in the deck
of cards, luck
brings random dealings
of quantum existence
and luck has brought
these traveling monks
for a diversion
of an hour or two
their flickering images
catching fire borne
juggling implements
while walking across
a gulf, their eyes fixed
on the prize
the other side
of existence
to descend out and down
of the higher place
is a path
every mystic knows
where human darts
await our
descent, buried
in human applause!
so be not surprised
these quantum
lessons, brought by
the flying monks
of Walla Walla!
afterward: the next week, I remained so inspired, that I strung a rope.
I was born! I began the walk! Thanks be to the monks of Walla Walla! ;-)
