
If I had time to burn
I’d wage a campaign
against pretentious
self-help gurus,
peddlers in promissory notes
hinting at lavish
satisfactions,
delivering only dry
cardboard cutout results.
Beware of all the snake oil!
Who can possibly know
the unique demands
drawing you out,
into yourself?
This soul making,
not much of a day spa –
more like playing
capture the flag,
blindfolded.
Oh, go ahead,
spew forth your
gobbledygook
you darling
charlatans.
I’ve never been
much for violence.
In all seriousness,
I really do not have the time.
Too much wasted on
firewater and grand schemes.
This impostor complex of mine
a worthy enough opponent,
keeping me pinned to the mat
well beyond any three count.
Enough of all that.
I must be going.
The trail is fresh.
She passed this way.
I can feel it.
…
I think I’ll pop down to the well-being shop and buy myself a jumbo-pack of happiness. Quick, I hear it is on offer today!”
Two for the price of one if you hurry!
Wait, the enlightenment store is selling the same pack cheaper with free super-booster.
I would happily join your campaign, starting with those who say, “You can achieve anything if you want it enough.”
The yearning, not the acquisition, is the thing?