Midtown Manhattan

I look to the left; I look to the right And behold the very same sight Of buildings, massive and tall With shining glass on them all Which transmit and transmute light By each day and each night; Whence conceived and when arose Seem questions of little import, As with a surge the soul doth … Continue reading Midtown Manhattan


The suffering need not be mine But the very presence of suffering Depresses me to no end What kind of a man is he who Continues with his life gleefully Despite seeing suffering all around And what kind of a God is he who Despite being compassionate is helpless Don’t give me the goddamned yin-yang … Continue reading Shangri-La