My fellow monks are fearless
As they meditate the power
Of these freezing clifftop waters.
While I wither by the hour.
You can bring Buddha to the boy, but you can’t take away the bogan.
Not without a fight.
Daily and with joy, I pray, chant, and work
Desiring no wealth, accepting what I’m worth
And I glow as I practice giving
Fellowship and love.
When I hear rock and roll, let loose on the street
Watch the mantle slip.
The power of prayer persuaded me to climb to the top of the cliff
To stand in the freaking cold waterfall.
But I’m tired of robes that let wind up my thighs.
I give thanks for the peace, but I’m over the quiet.
Back in black, I return to my roots in the bush
Blasting ACDC to worship with music. [140 words]