almost like a rip-off
Dostoevsky,
Rumi, Hanh, Hesse, Da Vinci,
Kerouac, Bukowski, Blake, Rilke, Hawking,
Bach, Gibran, Dali,
Weston, Kundera, Miller,
Eckhart, Saint-Exupery, Castaneda, Daniels,
it feels like ripping off
just listing
names don't have meanings directly
but in the past
they're all floating around
mixing it up
sharing bits of wisdom and advice
like tuesday-nite card players
Rumi is broken
Bach has a connection failure
Gibran can't be found
Weston is missing
if it could be seen
what was being stared at
in the mirror
there would be no more lists
no more parts
no more names
beauty could be created
out of the thin blue sky
with each peaceful step
representing nothing
each moment
each sound
each breath
comprising a world
and it almost feels
like a rip-off
just standing here and smiling
.