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It’s hovering on the plane of
what’s going on here.
The dove in the background
is our certificate of suchness.
And the void in the foreground
is the world.
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Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, moans, poetry on Aug 17th, 2011
devoutly to be desired
I.
“I’ve got it down
to a poignant tear or two” she said
but she lets the flood flow so easily
II.
river of life
it keeps flowing
it’s endless
they say
river of life
ocean of God?
you know those turtles
or elephants
that were all the way down
the wise speak
of an ever-present peace
and love
or bliss
as the conscious substance of the universe
the light
the [...]
Back in 1975 my father, Ted Allan, gave me his script for the movie, Lies My Father told Me, and asked me if I thought I could novelise it. I did, and I did (and I’ll tell you more, if you ask).
While it was in print, it was taught in high school English courses!
Now, out [...]
it’s all about…
heavy stilted words
for me and my friend
twisted metal words
like clumsy faux gargoyles
oh a few people celebrate us
we’ve a few fans
me despite my sulky sorrow
he despite his sulky anguish and rage
we didn’t rage the good night
we stumbled to bed and the grave
would you like a monument?
or you just laughing
pretending to laugh
at me
what tchew leave [...]
