by Kenneth Trimble
Through the fog Of madness And help with Beer and cigarettes In a condemned House not far from My birth house Living with two young Junkies in a time When everything Seemed out of whack , I blame the UFO That visited my Birth house a few Years earlier, Up and till then Everything was sweet, My job, my life, Everything until That thing turned Up on my birthday. I disappeared After that, I was your real Australian Billy Pilgrim Off to fuck Montana Wildhack . Yes, I found God Through an old Man It was my darshan Television moment When he reached Through the screen And told me to Wake up. I did wake up. I left for India To a place called Shantivanam The forest of peace. It was there I Heard of a New vision called Reality It led me to a Mountain of fire By a razors edge Which again led Me to a wombat Farm of crazy Buddhists Which again led me To the sushi world Of Tendai priests And marathon walkers Under the eye of Saichō Old monk of Mount Hiei Where everything Is taken to the eternal Through prayer and chant Till you disappear Dissolving into Light.
Kenneth Trimble was old born in 1953. He has published a number of books through www.littlefoxpublishing.com. He has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize. He has been published in on line magazines around the world. These days he’s living in a retirement village in central Victoria, learning Japanese and is involved with the Tendai Buddhist of Japan where he hopes one day will become a priest ….