Life of Pi, life of Leela...

(upon attending a discussion, concerning a movie, looked upon 
with Freudian Analysis)

Life of Pi 
     Life of Leela... 

We all have Tigers
     in our boats 
Some of us fight harder 
     than others 

Some might acquiesce 
     and let the Tiger 
          eat us 

The Tiger being God- 

     as much 
     or as little 
     as anything 
          else

Let the Tiger 
     eat us 
     in the beginning 
to save ourselves 
     the trouble 
     of all that 
          training 

Or let the Tiger drown 
     don't build him 
     a g**-damn ladder!

Carnivores and 
     Vegetarians 
Approach things 
     from different 
          angles 

Eastern and Western 

You have a knife and 
     an oar 
Which would be a spear-

Kill the Tiger 
Tan his hide 
     for a blanket 
          for a cape 

I come from the 
     West 

-But the Tigers in 
     my boat 
          don't die 

Nor do they seem 
     to be trainable 
I throw them fish, 
     tidbits and treats 

They laugh- 

We travel together 
We dance 
We dream 

I dream 
     of one day 
being able to train 
     my Tigers 

Befriend them 
     maybe even 
          pet them 

They devour me... 

It is the story 
     of us all 

Sometimes 
     they leave me 
          alone 
Long enough 
     to escape 
to float and fly 
     and expand 
     into light 

Maybe they drive 
     me to it 
Maybe I should 
     thank them 
          for it 

I only need to 
      escape
      more often 

-We reflect back-
     Tigers, boats, oceans, 
          egos...

The Buddhists talk of 
     mirrors 

-of cleaning 
     mirrors 

-of reflections in 
     pools 

-of the moon in 
     a cloudless 
          sky 

Why?