Shame, Blessed Smoking Man
"Loosh may rise from the fires of judgment, but serenity descends from the heavens of forgiveness."
Shame, Blessed Smoking Man
Bustling terminal,
Busy minds scurrying about,
NY, MIA, DFW, LAX and PHX,
Watch out for that baby she shouts,
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Pre-boards and elites,
Lugging around all that stuff,
Downing beers and fries,
Chocolate covered pretzels oh my,
Blaring fake news and last night’s game surprise.
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Off to see family,
Or just to get away,
A holiday from life,
Or business meetings, and deals to close,
Many have much to say.
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All shapes and sizes, large and small,
Fit and flabby, old and young,
Every race, religion and creed,
A real slice of Americana.
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This mixing pot of humanity,
Unaware, swimming in this river of thoughts, not their own,
Such an interesting place,
To serenely observe as witness,
As I contemplate the scene before me.
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Alas, another delay,
After last night’s redeye, I’m really not here to play,
This time the police in full array,
A middle-aged, ethnic man betrayed,
As he vaped this day away.
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Marched off the plane, no one else to blame,
Interrogations and filling out forms,
Background checks, you violate the norms,
Cleaning crews with cans of chemicals,
Restoration of what they’re calling air.
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The crowd grows restless, and intensely stare,
Weary travel, lady begins to chant,
“Shame, you smoking man!”
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Others join her story,
Yes, “he’s ruining our day”,
“How dare he break the rules?”
Caught up in the field of projection,
Seeing all that’s wrong inside, the shouts grow louder,
“Shame, you smoking man!”
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I rest in my inner comfort,
Serenely standing in this unruly line
Surrendered to what will be will be,
Divine energy flows through me,
Grateful, present, open and awake.
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“Shame, you smoking man!”
Perceiving their noxious loosh,
And tensions rising,
Love’s compassion flows through me,
Springs forth to each and all,
As I calmly state,
“He made a mistake, I’m sure he regrets it greatly.”
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“Shame, that smoking man!”
As their stares turn to me,
Seemingly bewildered by the idea,
The attractions and aversions of this lower vibration,
Feeding their ego minds,
They would have none of it,
As I smilingly convey,
“Give grace to the blessed smoking man.”