I've never herded oxen, have you?

[Kailashana]

If you've never herded oxen,
the way through madness is
an unfolding thing, but
not necessarily so;

if you've never hugged a tree
you must have vampire eyes, drawing blood
from life and limb, but not
necessarily so.

If you've never been in love with love,
you've never climbed a mountain much
less Jacob's ladder, but not necessarily
so;

if you thought passion was an ancient art,
you've never broken a mirror or petted a black
cat, dressed for success in your costume
and war paint, but not necessarily so.

If you have ever loved, you don't need memories,
you wouldn't want a second-hand emotion wrapped
up in Christmas paper, like presents waiting for little
people or the big sky, but
not necessarily so;

if you think a poem has to be written by a poet,
'tain't necessarily so. Just hold a thought long enough
to break through each and every serpentine wall and call it
illumination or insight from beyond the beyond and sing with Lennon
his "Imagine" song.

Learn
to love as if for the first time, as if for the last time.

Now count your oxen, see if one is missing after crossing the Jordan River on
your way to a new Jerusalem.

[dadio]

Excellente!