The Ghosts of Departed Contradictions

If no one understands you,
Quit bashing on about it
And tend to yourself, Kongzi!

Never doubt everyone thinks
They understand you plenty,
Or what’s worth understanding.

And do you understand you,
You who are a conduit
For these old ghosts asking you?

The home of the wanderer
Waits in wandering, whether
Within or without that home.

As a life, you’re comfortable
Or not. As a thought, you’re not
More than what’s picked up and dropped.

Carry on with your music,
Banging stones on the roadside.
Nice work startling birds and deer.

Or sit quietly for once.
Let your echoes wander off
On their own in search of ears.