The Tennis Match

Existential revelries

The existential beast visited last night.Atleast this time he brought enough wine.
Philosophers need their wine, you know.
Plato to my left,
Sartre to my right,
It was a neck wrenching tennis match
and I had the best seat in the house.
God showed up at half time
and had the crowd roaring.
Ginsberg and Neruda battled it out
in the second round
with Ginsberg forfeiting
after Neruda brought him to tears
ode after ode.
The narrator began:
Poets , Philosophers, Drunks and W****s!
The show is about to begin!
Gather your senses
Dip your toes in the stream of knowledge
Leave your judgements at the door
along with those lenses you use to see your world.
Clothing and perception optional.
The only thing you need here are open minds
and a full heart, eyes, willing to see.
Ahh...yes. I shall pour the wine.
Now lets begin.....
Give me your one most deeply held belief.
Ahh...yes. that one .
Okay now let it go. You have been deceived.
Mistaken.
It's okay.
From now on, we no longer think.
We no longer believe.
We will just feel.
What?
You don't want to feel?
What you want is no longer important.
Let that go too.
The room suddenly cleared out.
The speaker looked for God
but he was onto his next gig in Philly.
"let it go" he said softly to himself
as he walked out of the stadium smiling