A RUMI RIFF
Moon bound,
the Chronics
in their stupor fear
the police.! Hazy in the viewing they
forgot that the cops are equally pissed drunk!
Merely two different aspects of the same state-
lushers!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
a dreamer's dreams of drinking a drinking song
this is the verse…
i want some more
and then some!
once again, it is
always the same.
this is the chorus…
i want some more
and then some!
once again, it is
always the same.
pucker pout
pamper pomp
you are pluck
out of déjà vu.
i want some more
and then some!
once again, it is
always the same.
that was the verse…
i want some more
and then some!
once again, it
always the same.
that was the chorus…
and all that transcribed
toodle-oo farewell….
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Zero requires no hero
To merge with nothing,
to clash with nothing,
to move with nothing,
to crash with nothing
-this is the way of nothing.
Nothing,
wounds and mends,
catalyses,terminates,
adores and abhors
the way is to embrace nothing.
Regard your reflection
and nothing reflects you.
Proclaim your doctrine
and nothing carries the sound.
Attend to me and I and thou
and together we render nothing.
For nothing is everything
while essentially nothing.
Nothing was dying and nothing
showed up for nothings last breath.
Nothing was born and nothing
showed up for nothings first breath.
Alas, nothing was nothing.
Hail, nothing is nothing.
Amen, nothing on nothing.
I shall pay no homage to any deity,
or submit to any me other than Thee
for the ultimate reality is nothing.
When you are marooned in time
quicksand space, without an ace
to play, reason and rhyme fled
remember nothing is the matter.
When you forgot that you forgot,
and revel to reject, completely drunk
slurring you no longer fucking care,
remember nothing was the imbibed spirit.
Nothing sows, nothing reaps,
and states –all that just passed
a mere lusting for significance.
Bon voyage my sometimes friend
see what you are not
and the more we can be.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
General Semantics part. 3
One of my best attributes is the lack of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may 'be' is definitely not me.
One of my worse attributes is the rush of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may be is definitively me.
What it may 'be' is definitely not me.
One of my worse attributes is the rush of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may be is definitively me.
General Semantics pt. 2
Were you that was?
Are you aware of the whereabouts of was?
It seems very sticky here.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
John C. Lilly said-
In the province of the mind what one believes to be true,
either is true or becomes true within certain limits.
These limits are to be found experimentally and experientially.
When so found these limits turn out to be further beliefs to be transcended.
In the province of the mind there are no limits. However, in the province of the body there are definite limits not to be transcended.
either is true or becomes true within certain limits.
These limits are to be found experimentally and experientially.
When so found these limits turn out to be further beliefs to be transcended.
In the province of the mind there are no limits. However, in the province of the body there are definite limits not to be transcended.
Harry Hector frets - a nettle melody
Perplexing- no fuck that!
It is vexing this ego speak!
It is all about my lying and knowing
of my lying and lying about my knowing
of my lying.
ergo ego parley shit
What is the voice behind the embedded scripts?
It is vexing this ego speak!
It is all about my lying and knowing
of my lying and lying about my knowing
of my lying.
ergo ego parley shit
What is the voice behind the embedded scripts?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Tommy and Mary Mag
I remember…
We were his friends, his students, his followers and together we broke bread with him.
We were his friends, his students, his followers and together we drank wine with him.
Some sensed what he shared and offered their interpretation of the encounter.
Others touched by what he seemed to emote, provided their interpretation of their encounter. And others comprehended what was said and constructed their interpretation of the encounter.
I and the twin saw what he saw, felt what he felt, and sensed what he sensed. From this shared attention we knew it was not even him! He alone could do nothing, but by embracing the nothing he could receive and relay.
The twin and I drank deeply and became one with Him, and in our waning, we too could receive and relay.
He said many things and each individual in their own identification were victims of their interpretation of all that passed.
They wanted something to understand, but not to understand understanding. Their time with him was collected into ‘sacred’ narratives and by doing so estranged themselves from the Presence that he served. They had not the ears to hear, nor the eyes to see- that the words were pointing, not positioning!
Now he is gone and they call me the Whore and the Twin the doubter.
I am a whore, Amen!
I am a whore of God, Amen!
I remember….
We were his friends, his students, his followers and together we broke bread with him.
We were his friends, his students, his followers and together we drank wine with him.
Some sensed what he shared and offered their interpretation of the encounter.
Others touched by what he seemed to emote, provided their interpretation of their encounter. And others comprehended what was said and constructed their interpretation of the encounter.
I and the twin saw what he saw, felt what he felt, and sensed what he sensed. From this shared attention we knew it was not even him! He alone could do nothing, but by embracing the nothing he could receive and relay.
The twin and I drank deeply and became one with Him, and in our waning, we too could receive and relay.
He said many things and each individual in their own identification were victims of their interpretation of all that passed.
They wanted something to understand, but not to understand understanding. Their time with him was collected into ‘sacred’ narratives and by doing so estranged themselves from the Presence that he served. They had not the ears to hear, nor the eyes to see- that the words were pointing, not positioning!
Now he is gone and they call me the Whore and the Twin the doubter.
I am a whore, Amen!
I am a whore of God, Amen!
I remember….
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
RUMINATION
Strength provided is provisional and not my own.
The entrance becomes accessible only when I attend
impersonally to my personal signatures.
I de-mythologizing now receiving.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Attending in the moment the vastness
not manageable yet you/it response able.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alien postures of the form could be natural
but were ostracized by personal ideology.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Art- making disagreements if not delicious at least digestible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What are your turn ons?
I f you feast on my disagreements
and I feast on your disagreements
the birth of a friendship.
What are your turns offs?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seeing at first may be astonishing but when that fanfare
is out of air you may become severely annoyed.
If the annoyance radiation is considered too much
the inquiry ends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Obedience is the url to listening, take back ‘obey’
from the policy enforcers and hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If the pathway is denied I am alone in my disobedience.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SHE is always here, myself drunk and forgetful note not that I scorn her.
This one love betrayed, all other loves become abstractions.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In our time of look at me but do not see me
words like mercy, grace and clarity
are spoken but not evoked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The motto of a Self Promoter.
Look at me but do not see me.
Hear what I say and take it as gospel.
Take my spin or you are not my friend.
The entrance becomes accessible only when I attend
impersonally to my personal signatures.
I de-mythologizing now receiving.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Attending in the moment the vastness
not manageable yet you/it response able.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alien postures of the form could be natural
but were ostracized by personal ideology.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Art- making disagreements if not delicious at least digestible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What are your turn ons?
I f you feast on my disagreements
and I feast on your disagreements
the birth of a friendship.
What are your turns offs?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seeing at first may be astonishing but when that fanfare
is out of air you may become severely annoyed.
If the annoyance radiation is considered too much
the inquiry ends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Obedience is the url to listening, take back ‘obey’
from the policy enforcers and hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If the pathway is denied I am alone in my disobedience.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SHE is always here, myself drunk and forgetful note not that I scorn her.
This one love betrayed, all other loves become abstractions.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In our time of look at me but do not see me
words like mercy, grace and clarity
are spoken but not evoked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The motto of a Self Promoter.
Look at me but do not see me.
Hear what I say and take it as gospel.
Take my spin or you are not my friend.
Friday, May 8, 2009
IMBIBE
Time is money, money is time
Following that line
Time is energy, energy is time
Following that line
Energy is food, food is energy
Following that line
Food is love, love is food
Following that line
Love is divine, divine is love
In all of those exchanges
Where may I be?
Am I THAT?
bOuNcInG part 2
A while ago, I was sharing food and ale with like minded people, which of course led to the word exchanges. I have no problem with chatting, it is quite natural to me, and actually calms me at times. Unfortunately in that case the exchanges bothered me, perhaps because I just finished dancing and some times ushering words after a moving melody is awkward for me.
I really wanted to be there, it was not as if I was coaxed to join the mix- I was there on my own volition. I was not behind enemy lines- I was with beautiful eloquent friends. The irritation on my part began when the affairs of the state turned to an us-and-them reference, the minimal hairs on my body prickled up. I wanted to leave, but paying six plus bucks for the pint, required me to stay- I was committed to drinking my money. I sullenly nursed my beer and listened, and softly shook.
I, note daily I pass hundreds of people whom I do not know and they know not me! They also have their like minded friends, and in their course of word exchange they also refer to an us-and- them. Billions of people on this shared globe, a whole fragmented and fragmented and fragmented and fragmented….
Who are we? What am I? I have my people and my people have me- SEE! There are legions upon legions which I/we have no relationship with, they are not our chosen, they are our others!
On that night of noted discontent in which I participated the shared affirmations provided me with no solace. I was left with me, and weak of bravado my self affirmations provided me with no solace. Seeing me, I saw a man alone and hungry for connections beyond my ken and being unable to access the unknown, I was grappling.
I am You, You are I, We are They, They are Us… I do not understand…
I really wanted to be there, it was not as if I was coaxed to join the mix- I was there on my own volition. I was not behind enemy lines- I was with beautiful eloquent friends. The irritation on my part began when the affairs of the state turned to an us-and-them reference, the minimal hairs on my body prickled up. I wanted to leave, but paying six plus bucks for the pint, required me to stay- I was committed to drinking my money. I sullenly nursed my beer and listened, and softly shook.
I, note daily I pass hundreds of people whom I do not know and they know not me! They also have their like minded friends, and in their course of word exchange they also refer to an us-and- them. Billions of people on this shared globe, a whole fragmented and fragmented and fragmented and fragmented….
Who are we? What am I? I have my people and my people have me- SEE! There are legions upon legions which I/we have no relationship with, they are not our chosen, they are our others!
On that night of noted discontent in which I participated the shared affirmations provided me with no solace. I was left with me, and weak of bravado my self affirmations provided me with no solace. Seeing me, I saw a man alone and hungry for connections beyond my ken and being unable to access the unknown, I was grappling.
I am You, You are I, We are They, They are Us… I do not understand…
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
BoUnCiNg
I recall the procession of my incarnation attempts to remake the self.
Hosting the past in the present I see significant spacetimes where peak panic points shook my definition of what is me. I see the attempts to manufacture a semblance of wholeness by covering the uncertainty with a reloaded incarnation.
As the Preacher said it was all vanity upon vanity, the remaking of the incarnation were desperate deflections from reality and the recognition of mortality.
Life I accept! Love I accept!
Seeing my significance loosens the past loop energy blockage that reinforced the past existence. Attending to my breath as I engage in the locked energy of the past I begin to awaken.
In tempo to the awakening a counter beat pulses reasons to escape from the engaging. To speak of these deeply embedded circuits catalyzes distractions to deflect the pilgrimage to Sublime.
“For god’s sake,” Pride shouts- “there is nothing wrong with us! Are we not made in the Maker’s image? Stop, this incessant looking everything is fine.”
If I listen and do not interrupt the sale pitch I hear the shaky voice, the dissonant breath, the sweating forehead and see that Pride is terrified!
Ah fear! That fear!
Ah that fear of fear!
THE END
Monday, May 4, 2009
not today buddy!
A clear blue field above,
the warming cool day
beckons hello!
In the park a few strides
from my front door a man
is yankering for some saving.
He looks like a Hollywood Rebel,
intensely whispering
to any victim who will pay heed
that nothing is what it seems!
Saw that film.
Played that role.
Parroting a man of knowledge,
is not a man of knowing
merely pimping of a trite posture.
Thank WOW
for the blue above, the greening below,
the barking dogs, and back doors!
the warming cool day
beckons hello!
In the park a few strides
from my front door a man
is yankering for some saving.
He looks like a Hollywood Rebel,
intensely whispering
to any victim who will pay heed
that nothing is what it seems!
Saw that film.
Played that role.
Parroting a man of knowledge,
is not a man of knowing
merely pimping of a trite posture.
Thank WOW
for the blue above, the greening below,
the barking dogs, and back doors!
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