If I had my own guru my question would be,
“How do I live a simple life and remain smart?”
I would guess at the answer. No wise one have I
Who would dis me for asking nor would wonder why
Such a swift stream of arrogance flows through my heart.
One who knows of my clutter knows much about me.

Atoms and their particles are what I’m made of
In a complex arrangement. More so is the brain
Intricate a mosaic of neural pathways.
How do I make life simple through all of my days?
Molecular arrangements are made with slight strain.
Are the ones that I make in life done so in love?

Does involvement entangle or does it support
And enhance my existence? If I consciously
Make arrangements that I can well manage, life can
Rid itself of its clutter and work out its plan.
“Simplify And Be Sensible!” Who speaks to me
In insanely loud silence that I cannot thwart?