Posted in Buddhism, mantra, psychology on Apr 23rd, 2012
I have a new mini mantra
it is
bless this moment
bless this moment
bless this moment
bless this moment
but it can alternate with
still the thinker
still the thinker
still the thinker
I
bless this moment
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Posted in poetry, psychology on Apr 11th, 2012
of course I dodged her eye
because the only meaningful exchange
is a meaningful exchange
and who wants that sort of commitment
to these stranger
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Posted in books, metaphysics, pictures, psychology on Jan 23rd, 2012
Del lent me Aldous Huxley’s : “Time Must Have an End”… an interesting book…
in it Bruno says: “Remorse is pride’s ersatz for repentance, the ego’s excuse for not accepting God’s forgiveness. The condition of being forgiven is self-abandonment. The proud man prefers self-reproach, however painful , because the reproached self isn’t abandoned, [...]
Posted in poetry, psychology on Mar 12th, 2011
Tell Me Christmas
[this poem needs a setting
my friend's story is so overwhelming…
it goes like this
for Christmas
daddy came in
dressed like Santa Claus
he ho ho hoed
and pulled a shotgun
from his Santa's sack
blam
the whole universe
exploding
he shot the fugging turkey
kabaff
what do you do
for an encore
after something like that?
he doused
the tree in kerosene
well I was thinking about the little trauma [...]
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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Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry, psychology on Jun 23rd, 2010
dumbfounded
they say the map
is not the terrain
and words are symbols
concepts are abstractions
aren’t they?
abstracted from the map
the babbling mind
that pull us out of presence
we are removed by the chatter
from the stuff that matters
and though the feel is real
it’s the quiet visual
that leaves me dumbfounded
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