The Laundry Prophet I am a broken soul in the laundry mat. Putting love before money ensures riches. Broken vessels and shards of pottery hiking among holy hills while shedding life's shackles, rediscovering pleasures as if tasted a new. Youthful visions restored. Notoriety is not the object of a game fueled by peace. Ex-Buju burn out hipster rendezvous with zen nun, begging for change for laundry, post-ecstasy. What if we are all angels, connecting opportunity, for return positive investment? Trading coins of equality, we all depend on charity. Even in serendipity there is risk, yet we leap with abundant belief. Are you pious or selfish? If the shame of interaction merely leads to pain, then why is it instinct to run toward the light?
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
This poem was based on an 2013 encounter with a Buddhist who was asking for change in a laundry mat in Fairfax. It appears in the book Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology.
Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology
Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology combines D.L. Lang's second and third ebooks into one paperback. This poetry collection offers poems spanning the silly to the spiritual. The poems were largely transcribed from notebooks by her husband and soul mate, Timothy Lang. There is a mix of poetry written in 2013 as well as older poems from the author's archives.