One of the few valuable lessons

I still remember

             from an 

Angry

Self-absorbed

Method acting

Guru

who claimed to be a Zen Master,

Is that being comfortable is bad.

At the time I didn’t understand.

I was suffering so much

I didn’t need any more pain.

But now I know

It isn’t about pain

It’s about accepting some discomfort

Like the sharp cold water

When you’re entering the sea.

It will keep us awake through life.

I am new to Brooklyn,

Once again I’m born again

I haven’t seen mosquitoes yet

But I can hear their telepathic war cries.