Trickster

Leave the kingdom of Should

and settle in the land of Not Knowing,
where the wise have broken their wine cups
stumbling, falling in astonished laughter.

Where pairs of opposites grow
on a single vine
and lovers squeeze amrit from thorns.
Be done with this yearning

for who you already are.

This begging for what you have.

This beating your breast like a weary pilgrim
who can’t find the journey’s end

in every footstep.
Be done with masters of meditation
who never whisper in your ear,
“Enlightenment is a sacred joke.”

Friend, don’t be so serious 

about God.

You might miss her scat singing.

You might miss the wayless

playfulness of death.

If your teacher isn't a trickster,

you’ve probably been tricked!

The truly uncivilized Guru

will lead you off trail

into the wilderness

of your heart.

Painting by Susan Sedon-Boulet