We agreed the time,
and I was late.
I guess I don't
appreciate.
'Cause if I did,
would I'd be there?
But I was late.
And do I care?
What's wrong with me?
Should I be vexed?
And worried about
what's coming next?
Or did I finally
glimpse and see
that it's not really
up to me.
Buddhas make effort.
Humans set time.
I'm not clear which
heart is mine.
Sometimes one way.
Sometimes that.
Muddy, I wonder
where I'm at.
Spin me. Spin me.
Round and round.
Who dares stand
and be knocked down?
We agreed the time;
this human failed.
The vexation is silent
when the heart prevails.
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