photo by Alex Lear

Why I am not Hindu

(karma revisited)

I can not be this dumb

Not to have learned from doing

This before

Not just the mistakes

But also the certainties

Which are what?

Knowing anything?

What can we know? We think

We know

But can we

Catch wind in a box

Live life better than before?

The trouble is no one

Knows, none of us survive

We all live, how-so-ever

We all die, how-so-ever

What difference does our living make

To the sun, the stars

The sky above, the earth?

What ever we think we know

Is solely what we think

The only certainty

Is death, everything else is

Subject to change

—kalamu ya salaam