Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry on Apr 11th, 2012
Ee’s as complex as any of us
but he spends his days
his life
playing music
which lends him some bliss
cause it spills him into wordlessness
highlights flux (the mirror of impermanence)
and makes emptiness easy
music: the void that dances
selflessly
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Posted in Consciousness, mantra, metaphysics on Nov 20th, 2011
I am posting a version of the
Shiva Sutras that I typed onto ink blots
back in 1968
(The sutras are useful
and the ink blots are beautiful)
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Posted in Consciousness, moans, poetry on Sep 27th, 2011
this is for Jesus
this is for Jesus
caused nobody else is listening
Jesus by default
halfway to Calvary
waiting on the end of days
or the jackpot
that’s the Mona Lisa
inscrutable smile
ease of days
Grace
what passeth all understanding
but comforts my confusion
waiting on the end
for here are the empty nights
that follow the lonesome days
they cover the loathsome ways
of the enterprise
did the Lord give [...]
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 [...]
Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry on Jun 15th, 2011
“presence”
It was in the shadow
under the trees
in among the repeated fragments
me running
jogging
in the bright morning light
of early summer
Another dog walker
a little ahead
broad beamed
and among my self judgment
(on judging her beam)
somewhere there was Presence
again amid the filtered light
bright greens
a solidity in this grey pantsd figure
and a cross reference
to a nice chat
with Madera Tee
yesterday
a [...]
Posted in Consciousness, cosmology, health, pictures, poetry, psychology on Jan 30th, 2011
and still I am fragmented
fragments of thought
of life
here watching my friend die
and in this scrawl
reaching for monuments
and still I am fragmented
tripping back to catch
a stream
a meme about
past and present
wondering if the past is gone
and then Proust is no more
then a dinosaurs snore
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