I had a chat with a friend whom I met
Who had just returned from a trip to Tibet
In a world beset with hunger and strife
He set out in search of the meaning of life
It was a perilous journey
Filled with hazards and trauma
’til he finally found
The much acclaimed Lama.
The old monk, surprised, said it must be fate
He’d been thinking of America, to relocate
My friend asked the question ,
He could no longer wait.
The old man seemed to hesitate.
“As simplistic,” said the monk, as it may seem,
Life is like a mountain stream
It starts at the top, then I’m sorry to say,
That it’s downhill all the rest of the way.”
My friend, dejected, couldn’t hide his dismay .
“If you’re plan is to move, forget about L. A.!”
Geraldine Forer Spagnoli