Upanishadic Postlude, for Yakov

 Crossing over the boundaries

of time and space,

we ready the ship that sails

but never leaves,

it is the same ship,

and many are the crew,

many are the Krewe,

when the saints

go marching in.

When the light is raised

to Sahasrar,

we see far.

"I" see Sara G.,

dressed as a bag lady,

dancing to Duke of Earl,

with her shopping bag

in her hand.

And Mary Wu,

too,

dressed as Diana Ross,

and Alice with her tinsel

hair,

this is what we do--

we all wear our costumes

(except "me," of course).

And on that day

I will light a candle

for my friend Yakov.

A candle

needs no minyan.

Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler aka Nagna Chidaananda.