We Are All Slightly Retarded

We are all slightly retarded
It's why we're not Buddhas yet
Just wait until the end
When the prescription glasses come off

Red and Blue Lenses make for depth
But also for duality
Take them off and blink a lot
Then stare in mute amazement

At morning light rays diffracting
Through the eyes and lashes of habitual sleep
It turns out we're just Buddhas waking up,
And sloughing off the quilt,

The ancient design of habit pattern
So beautiful and seemingly seamless
It frays with time and with that comes the light out
Through the crack, though some say in

One never has enough of kin
There they go like bubbles floating, making bacon
With bone ornaments or armatures or not,
The yogi lineage has an ocean of virtual clones

No need for goggles here, move along,
The Apple Store is down the street;
See the dim bulbs lined up?
We're all just crazy lazy bums around here

Dredging the holy writ for evidence of something

Something we can say is it
So we can say something
As though we have a part of it.