Virtue Fatigue

When you get tired enough of 
virtue and its misguided constraints,

the goodness that rides each 
molecule in the body 
pulsates.
It sees its friends pulsating
and everyone burns more bright.

When you get tired enough of 
virtue and its ego building mandate,

give it up and breathe.
Put down your striving.
Put it down somewhere outside the house.
(You can pick it back up later.)

When you get tired enough of 
virtue’s gun to your trying hard head, 
when you’re really serious about this, 
and you’ve had it, and you’ve put the thing down, 
outside the house, way over by the fence —

the interior channels open, and never before 
have your lungs felt so robust, clear, flexible, alive. 
Along the 82,000 nadis, the railways of the mind,
the interstates of the soul, there is cargo
being picked up and delivered, 
crates of laughter up to the brain, pipelines 
of forgiveness down to the heart, shipments 
of good natured mischief bumping along
leisure-ridden armroads to the hand terminals, 
and of course,
giftwrapped boxes of afternoon naps
scented with fresh mown summer grass.
A Pat Metheny lullaby slides into the ear 
canal, tender and wild with quiet,
 as you lift your giftnap out of the box
and try it on for size.

When you get tired enough of virtue,
It’s a sign that you’re ready to stop 
holding your best self hostage.

Let it go
and nobody gets hurt.


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