However Weird [Rev]

Sallied forth carrying a cavernous Miss Marple*
handbag in pink polka dots & bunches of roses -
yet my courage failed & I hid it in a big black bag,
unsure whether I could pose as a fluffy yet super-
sleuth aunt, then my bad habit of sharing random
snippets of life with complete strangers had finally
asserted itself and the poor victim had to bite on
his teeth while strange terms fell out of my mouth
without my brain able to interfere & who knows if
diamonds & pearls OR frogs & snakes appeared
as in Perrault’s fairy tales - the latter it seemed if
gauging by my victim’s strangled reaction – but
now I ‘m glad to translate an Import Declaration

Ethical work covering a million sins bubbling in
several intertwined states of consciousness as
we live concurrent reincarnational lives spinning
a web of intelligent energy where the PRESENT
creates both Past & Future - resembling Indra’s
pearls hung in such a way every pearl reflects
all the others; each time-space-pearl in our now
reflects the light from every other life, a freedom
which can’t be hidden by persecution – although
my intellectual name’s lost in an unending quest
for esoteric wisdom & playing childish theatrical
games, these exciting dreams endow life with a
wonderful meaning and make me feel so alive

However weird I may appear to rational people