Found And Lost

 

Is there a way to Shangri La?

My Tao of peace and breath of life

could lead me on heart homeward

journeying t’ward incandescence

 

Oh yes, I knew the way to San Jose

before I captured, caged success

bagged lady luck for lunch

and drank sweet wine to dregs

 

But life is lost upon the lees

or fraught with briar-ed hawthorn now.

How too many years I squandered

taunt me with un-memoried waste

 

If I could do them all again

So slowly take each wandering step

 -­but still, there is not a memory there

I’d change or un-live if I could

 

I lived them all, and loved it too

Bequeath them joyfully to you

to find again, if passing by

on your own personal grail quest