Down Time

A matrix of quantum dimensions

a universe in a drop of water

mind is scaleable 

just ask anyone…

(did you see what I did there?)

Part of us can see the past and future,

at least, I knew a couple of Tibetans

that could. 

Western science has problems.

Meanwhile, by the start of the third

paragraph, he had already run out of

ideas

the store

ammunition 

gas

jokes

smokes

snacks

punchlines.

“Should I be in politics?” Musk

Elon in politics,

yeah, necessary,

not a sidetrack, is it?

One direction, grasshopper.

Important

 Here I write something important,

and it gets ignored. 

Don’t say I didn’t tell you.

Go back to your tic tok

tic tok….tick tok….tic tok.

The time is coming when you no

longer will be able to ignore.

😊👏👏👏❤️‍🔥💋

Cusp

Feeling cuspy, on the verge of something.

The news says Trump will arrest Fauci 

and Gates and send them to Gitmo.

That’s being reported.

That’s pretty cuspy.

Mr. Jones is about to find out

what’s happening.

He and I have been waiting 

our whole lives, knowing that 

something was happening, but

not knowing what it is, like

everyone else as well.

It’s the beginning of the purge of evil

that I wrote about in 2011.

Full disclosure.

This will freak out many, though many

are ready for the truth that everything

we thought we knew is wrong.

No Second Guessing

First thought, best thought all the way.

That’s how Alexander became Great.

The ones with quick minds that see things

first become prophets and comedians.

It’s the way nature works, nothing personal,

genetics and environment like Elon Musk,

causes and conditions, not some master plan

that says we have to go to Mars.

Beliefs are there to fill in the gaps,

where we should actually be looking

instead of avoiding the uncertainty.

“Go towards the fear.”

That’s the Warrior’s way,

whether you like it or not.

Karma is self enforced 

like Newton’s momentum.

It’s the only game in town.

This Side Of Death

We all are, aren’t we, if we are reading this?

This brief moment of existence is all we know.

It seems so real.

It’s pains and pleasures so touching.

Wanting to hold on to the preciousness

that is so fleeting.

Carpe diem because there really is nothing else,

no legacy.

Even the ripples we make in the continuum 

become part of the continuum.

Nothing personal, no matter how 

much we’d like it to be,

the precious moments we’ll always

remember until memory itself is no longer.

No brass ring called God or heaven

or anything else.

“We just numbly don’t get there.”

a wise man once said.

Letting My Hair Down

I probably should have said this

a long time ago, or not at all.

The only message of all my poems

is simply this:

“Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on!”

What diddya think? 

Should I have kept this secret?

Frankly, I don’t think many care.

Another Brick In The Wall

A good title for any poem, although,

perhaps it deserves better. Who knows?

Now that the music has my ear….

any more words aren’t necessary

but may follow, like civilizations,

like our own…strange things happening,

the game is afoot, it won’t be long now,

whatever that means.

I measure time from the back to the front,

like, where I am now, to what I see coming

four weeks from now. That’s about as far as

I can see ahead, that I’ll probably be alive.

Nothing wrong with that.

The truth is always true,

no matter how it looks.

Don’t be mad at cancer,

besides, they have a cure.

This could be a song, in a

musical about Armageddon, 

or something.

No One Gets Out Of Here Alive

Jim Morrison, who coined the phrase,

proved the fact.

I may not be next, but I am in line.

So, figure out what’s important and do that,

because tomorrow never knows.

and we’ll always have the videos.

Schadenfreude

Evil politicians 

Perverse Hollywood stars

Medical fraudsters

There’s a laundry list of people responsible for 

troubles of the USA

as bad as any Nazis

being exposed

soon to be taken down

if everything goes as planned

we’re starting to see their panic

as what goes up comes down

I can’t say I’m sorry for them

if they get what they deserve 

I take no joy in their suffering 

well, maybe just a little.

Drones

UFO/UAP Annunaki Gods Reptilians

Sumerian Egyptian Incan Aztec

Statues paintings carvings stories photos

are we alone in the universe we are not alone

what are we the result of evolution genetic

experiments panspermia colonization 

why do we believe in anything

is seeing believing do we trust our senses

do we believe in stories from books with

colorful pictures dogma we’ve learned

do we ever take a moment free of the 

momentum of our thoughts to actually look.

Another Now

Better now, bitter, no.

It comes and goes…

“The dust blows forward

and the dust blows back.”

…everywhere under the sun.

Even the ground you walk on 

is questionable.

Mr. Musk has drawn that conclusion.

The larger the scale, the more Buddhists

are like Mexicans:

“Ni moto.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It’s a small thing.”

“Ni pedo.”

“Just a fart.”

The universe, because 

the scale is so big,

like Shakespeare’s stage,

and we are merely players,

Homosaps,

genetic mishaps, whether alien

contrived, or not,

but why did all the pyramids appear

all at once the same time?

What was the technology?

We haven’t even reached

the overwhelming question.

Defending The Indefensible

Nope.

I won’t do it.

The truth is the truth

and the truth is always 

the best thing

whether you like it or not.

Buck up, Buckaroos.

(something poignant 

and revelatory here.)

Late For Everything

I can’t say that about myself…

but then, there are the others.

Ahem. Buddha and his teachings

are still around and available, at least,

not too late after 2,500 years. Ahem.

Having practiced for fifty years, not

much else interests me, you understand

like, if I had been building model train

railways for fifty years I’d feel the 

same way.

Do Not Trust

The other day, Trump said he

didn’t trust anybody.

That shows Trump has wisdom.

My Buddhist teacher said: Do not trust.

If you trust, you’re putting yourself 

in the hands of an other…never a good idea.

Many trusted the government about Covid,

about the vax. 

How’s that working out for them?

I never trusted the government.

I didn’t go to Vietnam.

Did I make the right decision?

A word to the wise is sufficient.

I’m sorry if you don’t like to hear

the truth. It makes me very sad.

On the other hand, if you can’t admit 

that you were wrong, 

Fuck you.

Mayonnaise.

Three For Thursday

There are two types of people;

those that want to know what life

actually is, and those that don’t.

There are two types of people that

don’t want to know what life is;

the stupid, who have all they can do

to just survive, and the intelligent,

who are too busy seeking pleasure

to be at all interested.

These two constitute 98% of humanity.

Sad, isn’t it? Our fellow creatures all

dolled up in all kinds of ways, totally 

missing the point? This shows how hard

it is to even hear the truth, let alone 

understand it.

Perspective 

I have a Buddhist perspective.

We are not the same.

All your hopes, ambitions, dreams

and ambitions, to me, are exercises 

in futility.

We can escape the demons of phenomenal 

existence. We can see through the veils of

illusion.

Most of you don’t want to.

It’s incredibly sad to see you try to go to Mars,

as if that will get you anywhere.

We all like science fiction,

fantasizing about a perfect world;

we tend in that direction.

When we get there, we find

we’re still not here.

What part of the world is run by

Satanic pedophiles don’t you understand?

Connection (apologies to The Rolling Stones)

Everything is going in the wrong direction.

Media is screwing with my perceptions.

All I see is oblivion deceptions.

Give me a shot for a thousand bad conceptions.

And I don’t know

which way to go.

Connection, I just can’t make no

connection. All I want to do

is to find the truth.

The Girl With The Toxic Waist

I mean, in a good way, swooningly delicious

Intoxicatingly suspiciously seductrously 

Sirenly hypnotisingly flabbergastingly

distractingly mesmerizingly captivating.

Jessica Rabbit bazoomingness fulfillingly

thankfully gratefully overwhelmingly yah.

Totally P.C. believe me yessiree you see

we aim to please you aim too please as 

the bell tolls for whom not me not yet.

Perspective

I have a Buddhist perspective.

We are not the same.

All your hopes, ambitions, dreams

and desires, to me, demonstrate 

futility.

We can escape the demons of

phenomenal existence.

We can see through the veils of illusion.

Most of you don’t  want to.

It’s incredibly sad to see you try to go to Mars, 

as if that will get you anywhere.

We all like science fiction, fiction in general.

Fantasizing about a perfect world is our tendency.

When and if we get there, 

we find we’re still not here.

The Greatest Show On Earth

 45 days from now it begins…

you ain’t seen nothing yet.

It wasn’t just another election.

It wasn’t to make the government accountable.

I wrote about it, it’s on this blog, November, 2011.

It’s about taking down the world criminal conspiracy 

of Satanic pedophiles that have been running the world

for a long time.

We will all see things and know things that are unbelievable.

Gentlemen, hang on to your hats,

Ladies, hike your skirts.

It’s going to get messy.

Conned Again

Yeah, that wasn’t a famous actress…

conned again by social media.

Conned this way and that…convincing

lies, convenient half truths, flat out

slander and deception, you got it all here.

Don’t think anybody’s who they say they 

are ‘cause they ain’t.

It’s a Conival.

Le Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword

Argentina, El Salvador, Hungary, Romania, 

The U.S.A., all going in the same direction,

away from the World Economic Forum’s 

attempts to take over the world now France

maybe England, Ireland, Brazil, Germany

Canada and Mexico will fall in line,

is the current trajectory.

Bukowski Was Right

Landlords,

old men in shit stained underwear,

crazy women ranting in the streets,

a man with a dog with a purpose in life,

walking straight ahead,

a drunk sleeping on the sidewalk with

a smile on his face,

occasional flurry of costumes parading along,

normal everyday greyness tomorrow,

trying to sell little bits of stuff in order to

afford a taco.

The few with something to say don’t have

that much to say.

Nothing anyone does about it anyway.

It goes on as if it has a purpose, a logic:

going to Mars, making the world a better place.

We’ve been promised everything before.

Some call it religion.

I call it history.

How has that worked out for us so far?

It’s the human drama only Buddha could

see through.

Bukowski showed it very well; the defeat 

on so many faces, wondering where they 

went wrong, let alone what happened in

the first place….where they come from,

where they are going.

Humans are an experiment, let alone 

a better form of government.

The unevolved Homosap never seems

to get it right, or even get it together 

for very long.

“Like a fighter, the soul must be constantly 

in training, lest it grow soft on an ephemeral throne.”

William Burroughs.

The truth is, life sucks.

Knowing that is the starting point

of liberation.

The Truth Is Neither Bad Nor Good

I just thought of that.

Pretty good, huh? Yeah,

the old cabesa still functions,

albeit, (love when I use that word!)

Occam’s razor: the simplest explanation 

is usually the correct one. I love that.

That helps a lot. You don’t have to listen

to word salad or gobbledegook, lies well said,

We don’t need that shit, the normal person 

might say.

I DM’d a lady on X, a famous actress.

I’ll end on that note.

Open Wide

The dentist says this and we do it.

The world is saying it every day you’re alive,

it needs and wants your openness.

The world needs your heart exposed.

How else is it going to learn?

Be like the poets and prophets and

troubadours of the past!

Sing your song that no one has heard!

Sooth the savageness of the untamed world!

A Suggestion For Musk (television) Media

Start the day with the Star Spangled Banner,

the way they used to do it at the end of the t.v. day.

Next, a headline:

You Were Wrong or,

You Were Brainwashed By:

Followed by a list of all the 

criminals and their crimes,

scrolling down endlessly.

You know, something in their face

the way the lies have been in ours

since I was fourteen.

Something to start the wake up process,

the unbrainwashing of America,

a bigger challenge than going to Mars.

Thanksgiving

Tomorrow a nice feast.

Today waiting to get up.

No change of seasons in Mexico.

Only the Jacarandas in January

coming to bloom with lavender flowers

mark the time.

I’m very thankful I haven’t lived in the States

for the past twenty years.

It’s been too crazy and it’s not my problem.

I tried to help teaching Buddhism, building

meditation centers, for thirty years.

It helped some, but this is the Kali Yuga,

after all. 

This is the time when it’s hardest to hear the truth.

That fact is everywhere apparent, isn’t it?

It’s a good thing that time and space are infinite.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t stand a chance.

Waiting For The Next

Revolution 

hamburger 

love affair

job

Savior

bus

sequel 

game

response

opinion

analysis 

religion

poem…

…you want fries with that?

Deus Ex Machina

Synonym for a U.F.O..

If there ever was one, it’s Elon Musk.

I’m happy to sit back and see what he’ll do next.

Is he just another Homosap? An alien? 

A cross between the two? An evolutionary bridge?

An absurd metaphor like a monkey with a banana 

up somewhere special? Big Rocket Man..ooooh!

There’s a marketing tool!

Are We Alone In The Universe?

As a plumber, I had a rule/law: 

If, in the chaos that was the back of my truck,

I found a particular fitting I was looking for quickly,

I was sure that in that chaos there was one or more others

of that particular fitting. Law of averages.

The same holds true for the universe, as in:

we’re here….and then there’s the rest of the universe.

Why would you think we were alone?

The truth is scaleable.

Spontaneous Human Combustion

Now that I’ve got your attention, 

wass up?

On the brink of nuclear war,

what I’ll have for breakfast tomorrow,

will taste mighty good

Writing is 

spontaneous human combustion,

in a way,

certainly energy that radiates…

how far out depends on how hot it is.

Nuclear War is something you don’t 

want to stand next to because you’re 

chilly. You would be toasty in a flash.

I remember in the 50s, under my desk

in school as a drill.

It’s the same deal right now.

A real war game.

Risk.

Now comes the

spontaneous human combustion.

Jack Of All Trades

I almost titled it: “Jack Of All

Tirades”, but that would have been

too cute…but it filled a couple of

lines of writing, so, you see what I

did there? Thanks, Jeff.

No, I figured out, objectively, that I

was never stellar at anything, except

acting, but I was good enough at 

everything. A lifetime B+ student,

let’s say…we had to do SATs for 

college back then…adequate human

intelligence for the job I had to do.

I did do things, plumbing and theatre,

you don’t normally put together.

I had a friend who was an apprentice

plumber to Philip Glass. Philip Glass

hates if anyone knows he was once a

plumber. I think that’s funny that he’s 

ashamed. Jack London was a seaman.

Neal Cassidy and Jack Kerouac worked

on the railroads. After a while,

Local professional theaters dried up,

somewhat replaced by comedy clubs.

Physical art was replaced by electronic

and manipulated art. Art imitating art.

But, to finish this because I lost track.

Men, the sweaty, dirty ones that come 

home from work, are back.

Yin Yang Boomerang

“The mind doesn’t die” Chogyam Trungpa

Today’s heroes are tomorrow’s villains.

No matter how good it gets, it’s still samsara.

A gaining idea is the problem…

trying to get somewhere else than here.

It’s not that it’s bad to want things to get better.

Grasping and clinging derail good intentions.

Acting without understanding always leads

to distress.

Believing without seeing doesn’t get us to Mars.

Enlightenment doesn’t depend on colonizing

the universe.

It arose spontaneously on the earth when causes

and conditions were ripe, naturally,

without overthinking, as it does everywhere in space.

Don’t cry for the human race.

The music we play echoes everywhere endlessly.

Speculation And Theory

There’s a whole lot more we don’t know than

what we do know. 

You can know this by all the books full of

speculation and theory.

Not the Bible, for example, rather all the 

books written about the Bible.

Not history for the same reason.

Not extra terrestrials…same reason.

Not science…same reason.

Mind has been crunching numbers like there’s 

no tomorrow constantly forever.

Occasionally a mind looks at itself,

and stops crunching.

That is the ultimate algorithm.

That is nature seeing nature

which ends questioning.

That is nature realizing itself.

Everything else, including going to Mars,

is just window dressing.

Election or Nuclear War?

Yes, the election was the start of the

Second American Revolution.

Yay.

Doesn’t matter if nuclear war starts with Russia.

There won’t be two sides anymore.

There won’t even be one.

Einstein or Musk?

Who was/is smarter?

They both believed in God.

Let me repeat the question.

Identity Politics

Is nothing sacred?

No, “nothing” is not sacred,

neither are any other words

or emotions

because they’re just words and emotions.

So, if I hurt your feelings, it’s not that I’m 

happy that you’re suffering, but I’m not

worried because, if you’re an adult, you’ll

get the fuck over yourself.

The End Of The World Has Been Postponed

Due to unforeseen circumstances of

Trump’s reelection.

Don’t worry…hope of all is lost is not lost.

My personal life is precarious, and I see the

United States in the same way.

Just for the sake of fantasy, let’s imagine that

Trump is the Savior of America, of civilization.

People are still trying to kill him…organized people.

Many politicians, the Same Stream Media, all the

usual suspects don’t care that the American people

said they wanted Trump to run the country their way.

Too much power, control and money is still at stake.

This is not yet a movie one can predict a happy ending.

If you like history, we’re where America was against the

Japanese after the battle of Midway in WW2.

The anti-humans, the socio-psychopaths, the Satanists,

 and more, that hold power must be forcefully removed.

As Jack Kerouac wrote: 

“Walking on water wasn’t built in a day.”

No More X

X blocked me, I don’t know why.

I’ve only been on three months.

It was the height of the election, 

so that was good. I saw what X 

was all about. Now that I don’t 

have it, I’ll be writing more, not

distracted by that time sucker.

Da (sign, message)

A black butterfly with a yellow stripe the

whole of its wingspan, zig zaggy because

of the corrugating of the ribs of the wings,

fluttered fifteen feet above the street as if

pausing to look down on the scene, holding

it’s own in the air current, in one spot above.

Was it a messenger? 

Might as well could have been.

(Just then, a flash of metallic gold, the sun 

reflected off of gold metal, and simultaneously 

a low boom in the background.)

Potpourri

Magic

My life has been filled with magic

of quantum intuition that propelled me

in a certain direction not based on a

rational decision, like when you hesitate 

for an instant before crossing the street

not knowing why, but avoiding thusly a

car careening your way. Recognizing the 

clues and acting accordingly, I moved to

Mexico, in retrospect my best decision.

None of the philosophers have come up 

with a better way to understand reality.

“The Bridge Of San Luis Rey”

Addendum 

It’s my blog and I’ll write if I want to.

I was in a nightclub at one of those booth

tables full of people I barely knew.

A stunning woman on my right leaned over

and whispered in my ear:

“I want to rub your dick and see if it gets big enough.”

I whispered in her ear:      “Help yourself.”

Autopsy

Everything of my body seems to be working.

I haven’t felt this spry in a while.

If I died suddenly, in this condition,

they couldn’t pinpoint a cause.

Especially bewildering would be the

smile my face.

Denouement 

As an old man, I don’t take many chances.

It helps to not have many passions left.

I can concentrate on survival, a kind of 

dance, dance of death maybe, beautiful 

nonetheless.

It’s a joy to still appreciate anything.

The simple pleasures are now the best;

a cup of tea, a joint, some MDMA, 

nothing fancy. (That was humor)

Gotta go! Attention span, you know.

I’m surprised I got this far.

The Purge Of Evil (November 2011)

For everything there is a season.

This is the time of hell on earth.

This is the time of the flowering of evil.

The Lords of Materialism have seized power…

It is their time.

The karma they accumulate from their evil deeds

Will rid the world of them for a long time…

They will not be reborn as human.

It is the time of the purge of evil.

Remain human!

Don’t get sucked into their trip!

This has to happen now!

Don’t give into their bloody game!

What goes around comes around!

Cultivate compassion!

The leaders are lost in lust!

Their self destruction is inevitable!

Gone

Gone like the jazz in dark nightclubs in the Forties.

Gone like the dog that lays on his side in the sun.

Gone like the philosophers that suddenly realize 

they have wasted their lives.

Gone just an old man waiting to not be here anymore.

Gone like a life that is just dim memories.

Gone like everything that ever was.

Looking out into the clear light of the gone world.

Looking out with gone mind simple crystal perception 

with no explanation.

A Coney Island of the gone.

The beginning and the end of everything is already gone…

….the perfect view of all the Buddhas.

Game Of Thrones

A play within a play….aren’t they all?

It’s hard to tell the actors from the real

people anymore.

This is part of the chaos manifesting.

It’s the same story that was told before.

Only the names and places have changed.

We heard the word “freedom” and that

got our hopes up, as it has for others before.

We can see how that turned out.

But, still we play the game of thrones,

the only game in town.

Spellbound

Under a spell

in a trance

fooled by a mirage

hypnotized by symbols 

on pieces of paper.

The fruit of the Tree of Knowledge

(we ate the fruit which turned to shit in

which sprouted the stick that’s up our ass.)

words,

symbols,

caused us to be banished from Paradise,

which humanity has failed to find again

in any of its books or experiments.

That’s why Buddhists sit in meditation.

It’s the only way back to the Garden.

Noir Ice Cream

An acquired taste of sweet darkness

like bitter chocolate so delicious 

sweet dark music you can almost taste 

richness of dark smoky gloom

dark smoky understandings machine

their way to oily clarity in the poignancy 

only to dissolve into chocolate quanta 

until the next ripe flavor wafts its way in.

Not Far From Home

They say the home is where the heart is.

If you don’t know where your heart is,

that seems to be a problem.

Feel your heart: that’s where your home is.

If it’s so protected it’s not felt, it’s imprisoned.

We have a choice, if we’re smart. But even

those that aren’t smart find their heart’s home.

So what?

What does any of this mean?

Meaning is just another word for something 

we can’t find.

Luckily, we never lose our hearts.

Hollow Man

3D living color shadow of a man.

A history with no mystery…we know 

how this story ends.

Denouement is no big deal, just bleeding

out like the rest of the victims of lives they

never asked for and never really knew 

what to do with.

What’s It Gonna Take?

(HAL from 2001 movie in New York City):

“I can feel it, Dave.

I’m afraid.”

“Everybody has a plan until you punch them

in the face.” Mike Tyson

I’ll keep that in mind.

It’s a good idea to be polite.

You never know who’s ready to snap.

They feel it, even if they don’t know

what it is. 

They see the times changing all around.

We are all part of it, like it or not.

Our plans might not figure in.

The future may not be what we hoped for.

The world may not be as we thought it was.

What do you think about that?

What’s it gonna take?

Morning View

I’m empty streets are empty.

Take it easy no worries right now.

Might as well forget the whole thing 

start again where you are, look around,

it can’t be that bad, could be worse, it is.

Tomorrow is another day until time runs

out running out of time running with the

pack I got where I was going where here

there is no other there here because right 

now, or did someone forget to mention that?

Food will be eaten today…if anything, they’ll 

remember the food,

a pretty girl,

old man with a dog,

slap in the face,

not very much

faces in the crowd,

a goofy face, a dorky face,

what if it was you?

It is.

Boomer

Boomer glam time gone now

doom and gloom boom ditty boom ditty

boom boom boom. We thought it might work,

the Sixties, it didn’t, ditty boom. Now we’re the

elders no one listens to. But what if we’d 

never have happened?

The Tender Heart Of Sadness

Just look at the world….sheesh…

anybody alive feels something.

We all want to save the world,

or we just want to save ourselves,

or we want to destroy the world.

Every manifestation of mind is 

represented, now on display 

everywhere at once. It’s quite a show

and the truth is stranger than fiction.

We haven’t seen most of it, but we will.

Meanwhile, my coffee tastes great today.

Feeling chipper, sparse people, the 

kaleidoscope moves the colors, the portly

old ladies gossiping along, beautiful moms

and kids. That’s what I see, that’s my 

manifestation you silly hopium salesmen.

This is real, not that dream. The only sure 

thing is the money you steal…but there I go,

besides myself again. Don’t cry, Grasshopper,

we all go this way.

Word Is A Virus

If you take NPR seriously,

it’s the same as using a mask

to stop a virus.

Elon, Elon, Where Art Thou?

Many people are having love/hate affairs 

with Elon Musk. I don’t blame them. Any 

famous person that can go on a podcast and act

like a real human being is someone I admire, 

let alone the richest man in the world who looks 

like he’s in his late thirties. He said he was an 

outer space alien, and I believe him completely.

I created something once, a play, and the way it 

came together, manifest, I know is similar to the

process Mr. Musk utilizes, though on 1/10000 the

same level. The fact is, this process is scalable.

If I’m close, as in horseshoes, he gives his 

engineers freedom and space to create. Hence 

“Space X”. The same thing happened when I did

the play. Students would watch rehearsals, then,

one by one they’d ask if they could do sound, 

set, lights. They asked what I wanted, I told them,

and they did it. Simple as that. I really didn’t even 

know what was happening exactly. We all saw at 

same time as the different aspects came together 

and coordinated, synchronized. I acted and directed.

There were two other actors. I realized through the 

process that I could do it, I was actually doing

something new. When our performances were through,

it took a while to realize what had happened. 

Did Mr. Musk feel that way when the tower grabbed

the rocket? Might as well could have felt that way.

But, there’s more. He’s an alien or an Icarus. 

Dionysus. Already mythological. You don’t even 

have to believe. I’ve seen this kind of thing before.

Captain Hopium

New true super hero Musk appeared out

of nowhere like everything does the Great

White Hope (wasn’t that Jesus for eons?)

doing things no one else has bravo for 

letting peoples intelligence creativity be free

not controlled and governed by little minds

sure that’s good but where are we going and

does getting there mean we’ll finally understand 

anything more know anything more than we’ve

already learned and stored away somewhere I

guess we’ll find out soon enough pass the hopium.

Tool Man Mind

The whole Musk thing, 

making cars, going to Mars,

is just an extension of tool man mind.

Fantastic, science fiction, yes…watching 

the rocket booster captured was cool.

But it’s not evolution.

Buddha showed the path to self evolve mind.

A rocket ship is just extrapolation of the stick

homosap used to capture prey.

Although brilliant, that knowledge doesn’t 

make one more sane, in fact, that degree of

intelligence doesn’t mean that one is more evolved.

In fact, highly intelligent humans that run things;

corporations, governments, large parts of the world,

are often psychopaths that are known for being skilled.

What good does it do to expand the human race into

the universe if those humans are still controlled by

passions, aggression and ignorant instincts?

Maybe this is the reason the aliens don’t want us to

leave the earth. Maybe they’re afraid of human mind 

pollution.

No, Mr. Musk, building a better mousetrap, or trap for

a rocket booster is no different than what came before.

Populating anywhere with unevolved humans you wind

with societies that still have the same problems.

Tool man mind is the modern religion that began with

the Industrial Revolution and became scientific

materialism, which simply is the hope that if we had

the right tools, all of man’s problems would be solved.

Haven’t we noticed by now that that is not the case?

Buddha showed mankind how to self evolve, and many

have done so since then.

So the unrealized world looks to daddy Musk to make

things better even as his lithium batteries continue to

make things worse. Even though his concepts are 

magnificent, he still has tool man mind, unevolved,

looking for a better stick, governed by the hope of

finding Heaven somewhere else, when, really, it’s 

right here, but his mind is not trained to see it.

That’s his tragic flaw.

You can’t lie your way into Heaven

Assuming that’s where you want to go.

Heaven, Paradise, Eden, a comfortable 

pair of shoes. You can’t even lie your way

into a pair of shoes. No money, no shoes…

that’s the way it goes, let alone Heaven.

How does one get to Heaven?

If you’re not there already, there is a problem.

What’s the problem?

You have to look into it, find out what it is,

no one can tell you.

Many say that they can; religions, politicians,

gurus, life coaches. None of their words matter

if you don’t take action.

Learn how to be.

You’d think that would be the easiest 

thing to learn, since you already are, but how’s 

that working out for you?

“To be without description of to be.”  

That constant thought disaster in your head

is the problem, takes up all your time, gets

in the way, keeps you from simply seeing.

Until you dissolve that mess into nothing

you never can just be.

I didn’t make the rules.

I just followed a path that’s been around

for thousands of years that thousands of

people have followed successfully.

My teacher complained to his students that

he had to say the same things over and over 

again, and he was a patient man.

That’s the truth for you.

It’s difficult to hear even a word of it,

let alone to understand.

Two For Tuesday #2

Stuff     (for George Carlin)

I did the usual stuff growing up,

then the usual stuff in an unusual way,

also then unusual stuff.

I accumulated some stuff, and gave most

of it away.

I got rid of all the stuff roiling in my mind.

All the stuff I have now I can stuff into a

couple of suitcases.

Advertising creates the need for stuff we

didn’t know we even wanted.

I don’t see stuff on the internet I really want,

though that was not always the case.

I knew an Italian guy, who told me that when

the first refrigerator came to their rural village,

everyone else in the village got depressed.

Thanks, Buddha, for showing the path to 

stufflessness!!

Tic Tok Tick Tock

What The…..??  WOW!

Did you see that??

That was amazing!!

I’ve never seen anything 

like that before!!

Are there any more potato chips?

No More No Less

“It’s only love and that is all.

Why do I feel the way I do?”

We all go that way, as Issa said 

to the grasshopper. No more

no less. We’re only human, some

say. No more no less. 

All philosophy could end right there.

We wish we could figure it all out,

achieve certainty. It never seems to

go that way…except for the Buddhas,

which you know nothing about, or why

the sky is blue. It’s hard to grok what 

the seers see. They tell us, make 

analogies, write stanzas. If we’re lucky,

sometimes they show us miracles, which

are, simply, seeing what’s there with our

eyes finally open. Sometimes we don’t 

see things until we almost bump into them.

That’s what we’re up against, whether we

know it or like it or not. Just being realistic.

The music here now is dark jazz. Imagine

a room, dim light, old furniture, smells of 

oak, roses and death. Perfect at least for 

what I just wrote. Face it: it’s all right here;

in the three books on the desk you never 

open but always want to, the doors leading

to other rooms, a man cave, to be crass. But,

more than that why not? A miniature Xanadu,

a mini time warp to when, though there were

problems, you didn’t watch the world go crazy 

in front of you. Did I just bring you down? Or,

did I just bring you back to the present, because

you know, we’re all experiencing the same world.

No more, no less, always comes back around, so

my only advice is, for now, try to remain human.

Charnel Ground

The world right now is a charnel ground.

Jackals and scavengers are everywhere 

revealing themselves. You may have thought

mass murder was a thing of the 20th century,

but right now it’s happening. 

This time the whole world is at stake.

Bill Gates, for example, works to depopulate 

the world. He’s an embodiment of evil, but

he’s not the only one.

Possessed with rabid appetites for wrongdoing,

hoping to achieve power and control, the

miscreants of self aggrandizement attack 

goodness and decency at every turn.

This is the Dark Age, the Kali Yuga, not a pretty

picture, but one predicted by all religions and

prophets. How long will it last? If Trump wins

and common sense is restored, there may be 

hope for the future. If not, brace yourself for

a thousand years of darkness, when good people

are eliminated until all that’s left will be monsters

eating each other until they destroy even 

themselves. 

If evil can be purged, it has to happen now.

If not, forget about humanity because the

homosap failed to evolve.

Ni Moto

In Mexico it means: “It’s nothing.”

They say that a lot around here.

One would think they’re Buddhists,

they say it so often. At least, they’ve 

got the right idea.

“Don’t sweat the small stuff” 

is what the sweaters say, the ones

that don’t know ni moto

look in their eyes…there’s nothing there,

not the same as no one’s home. They’re 

home but nothing’s there. It’s why some

places don’t change over hundreds of 

years, just life after life ni moto.

Sometimes much seems to be happening,

like now in the world. More people die

than is usual for a while. After the carnage,

it goes back to ni moto…

always has, always will.

That’s why it’s nice to be in a place that

doesn’t know what’s going on elsewhere.

That’s why I came here.

The mountains are always there ni moto.

People walk in the streets ni moto.

Some days the coffee’s made better ni moto.

Nothing to lose sleep over. 

Meanwhile, I write words few people read.

It’s all that I can say that I do. Ni moto.

Quantum Symmetry

A phrase that translates to “karma” in Buddhism.

Karma means cause and effect. 

One’s karma manifests over the course of one’s 

existence, more than one measly life.

As the plumber’s saying goes: pay me now or

pay me later. Nobody gets away with anything.

Taking My Seat

Installed outside the coffee shop, no ceremony 

was involved. Last night a drunk driver smashed

the door of the shop just in front of where I sit.

It’s a big wooden door stoutly made, and they

bucked it. An outstanding exhibition of drunkenness 

I had to admire, having once been there myself.

That’s the news from my vantage point, not worth

a post on X, it will never go viral, the goal of social

media, infecting millions of minds. Social media 

should be called something else. Quantum circus

of infection? Plague of the 21st Century? Something

like that. All it does is give morons more slogans to

chose from to rant with. If you can’t see what’s 

happening by now, you haven’t been paying attention.

The truth may feel negative, but it’s always positive.

This could be the end of humanity.

This could be the beginning of a Dark Age predicted

by all religions and prophets.

I still have some coffee left. The clouds kissing the

mountains are beautiful. Maybe I’d put some red in

my hair to make myself look a little better.

Jailhouse Rock

“Everybody in the whole cell block

was dancin’ to the jailhouse rock.”

Plenty of places to go from there…

Jan. 6 political prisoners but don’t get

me started. Innocents are always losers.

Have you noticed? No? Why? 

Because they’re dead. More to come.

It’s not morbid. It’s just what happens.

Humans dream of Paradise, Eden, 

Heaven. They just numbly don’t get there.

It’s just what happens.

“And so it goes.”

Who could have imagined it…..life?

Whatever….it is, and then everything else

happened. People live as if this is the way

things are, even though they were never this

way before. “Things are more the way they

are now than they ever have been.” 

Eisenhower.

Can you see where I’m going?

Nowhere, that’s right. I’m a good Buddhist 

so I always point to nothing.

Yet, it’s a movable feast, all our minds.

The great thing about Nothing is that

everything arises from it. That’s all that

Buddhism says and it cost you Nothing.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

At the boys’ bed and breakfast, nice cloudage

on the balcony, classical music. I like Ed and

Mike. They’re regular guys, Johnsons, Burroughs

calls them. Guys that would help you if you 

needed it, but otherwise minded their own affairs.

Ed talks to me his brain on autopilot, driving

itself into the ground. I give him a different  view

and he comes around.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Now at lsabella’s in the new Mercado.

Eggs, bacon, pork, rice, beans, all the nutrients 

I need in the Matrix…this illusion tastes good.

A hint of Thai flavor in the peanut sauce…I could

go on like this forever.

Outlaw

When the center of society is corrupt 

it’s saner to be on the fringe.

When laws become oppressive it’s 

better to go around them.

That’s something we learned as hippies.

Did you think we were wasting our time?

We weren’t playing their games. We made

up our own. Creativity is the father of

invention. Necessity, the mother, is always

telling us the lawn needs mowing.

One thing’s for sure: there’s always something.

Even getting up insists on adventure…even if

we have a rut, a routine, derailment is always

Da likelihood. One can be smart and be numb,

stupid and be enlightened. We have what we bring 

to the table, and also what we are served. Over all,

the whole thing’s a feast, if you look at it that way,

or a holocaust, if you’re so inclined. One of the 

Khans, I forget which one, tried to kill Karma 

Pakshi, by fire, by boiling him in oil, other ways.

He was never harmed in the slightest. 

It’s only a story, but it happened they say.

He was an outlaw of the laws of physics. How can 

that be? “There are more things in heaven 

and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your 

philosophy.” Hamlet. Shakespeare was an alien.

I have a great disguise, costume, persona that fits

very nicely over my corpse. Is it possible to be 

morbidly awake? I just thought of that. Anyway,

(My Muse is winging it.) Even writing as an outlaw.

The Beats did., Bukowski, Miller, etc., all the great 

ones, like all the artists, presented something that, if

one digested, one would see the world in a more 

clear way. So, Buddha was the greatest outlaw of

them all. He showed humanity how to transcend

imprisonment at all. Just say’n. And, he did it

peacefully. Me? I’m a cheap imitation of what I 

do not know. A word salad, like Kamala does, but

with anchovy, hard boiled egg, artichoke and bacon,

you know, something nice….that was an outlaw 

thing to write.

Social Media

 Social media is a charnel ground

where corpses of people’s thought abound.

A steady stream of scream goes forth;

just the homosap letting off some steam.

Musk Rant

People in Tepoztlan are truly nice people,

a lot of them. When they say hello, they mean

that. When they don’t say hello, they mean 

that too. It’s not like on X, where “community 

standards” is an algorithm. Not so good, Elon.

Build some cars, fly to Mars, have fun, you crazy

genius wannabe! How many tricks does a pony

have? Not all of them.

I’m curious to see if you forget you’re only human.

You and Russel Brand could have a talk on X Spaces

all about God.  That would be fun.

Documentary #3

“I don’t hate people, I just feel better 

when they’re not around.” Charles Bukowski 

Move over, Rover, Jesus is coming!

Eli’s coming, hide your heart, girl!

Why should we argue?

Do your own thing! Even we hippies had 

some wisdom way back then.

“Chill” didn’t come from raves, you know.

I’ve loved being at some of them, they were

cool, groovy, out of sight.

“Do it again, just a little bit slower.”  We had

the best music back then. I say “back then” as

if it wasn’t now, which it is. I picked out the good

stuff all my life, wherever I found it. 

You’d be surprised. 

My Muse only has this tool, me, to work with.

The universe does what it can.

“Hey, look! Humans! That’s pretty good!”

Whoever thought that life would happen?

Another proof that thoughts don’t matter 

very much…

only when folks take them seriously.

Comedians have to be the way they are,

or else they’d explode. My mind’s a blank

until the universe peeks through. 

Wouldn’t you?

I only had a taste tease of moonshine once,

as a plumber at a rich man’s house in South

Carolina. It was the best liquor I’d ever tasted.

My father wanted to teach his sons how to drink,

so he taught us and we became drunks. Drinking 

helped me because I was very sensitive and uptight.

I always used, like Tarzan, the vines that 

were available. 

I don’t care.

I’m old.

You try it.

California Girls

Re :  Donald Trump IS:   “BOSS MAGA MAN”

I’ve been a boss and I’ve had bosses and

they’re not always necessary a bad thing…

except for…. plumbers. One of the few rules

we plumbers have is that the boss is an asshole.

Folklore….oral culture…..jokes…it’s the truth.

Oh yeah, saw The Beach Boys, Chicago, 1963.

Documentary

Half of the day I rest.

The other half I don’t do very much.

The entropy of the Matrix has me.

Social media is like turning on a faucet 

of shit. I can’t say it any plainer than that.

It takes up too much energy I don’t have.

I like looking out at space, the direction

I travel. 

Social media sucks the life out of me,

but it’s something I should know.

Is  Trump relying on God, or Project

Looking Glass?

All belief is magical thinking.

I start writing and don’t stop.

It was that way with sex…

entropy again. Writing is easier,

if only it could get me laid.

Bukowski wrote simply..didn’t pontificate.

I am a Pontiff of pontification, opinion,

verbal clarification. Are we clear on that?

It’s all just algorithms.

Morphony

Morphony…more funny…not taking

the whole goddamned thing so seriously.

Slap schtick getting the punch line in time.

You get the jokes?

Well, you’d better laugh, folks, because 

these are them.

It’s based on the fact that change is inevitable.

One of the only things we can count on is change.

It’s a Buddhist thing, you wouldn’t understand.

Imagine if Buddha had become a comedian instead.

Comedians must rank somewhere on the spiritual 

hierarchy, excluding from spirituality all organized

religions.

The Tibetans just got lucky for a while.

But, after thirteen hundred years, (pretty good)

they lost their power/the Communists took over.

Blah, blah, blah….it’s all The Big Myths’ Take.

Swell

 That’s an old guy’s slang term for a job well done, 

with good workmanship, even a bit beautiful. It also

means no need for further praise, next thing.

The new Mercado in Tepoztlan is that way. Many 

people here, of all stripes and feathers, were querulous.

It’s the opposite now, as it is for me also.

As having been a plumber that did commercial 

construction plumbing as well, I could quickly tell two

things: The proper vision of the place had been 

implemented, so that the building itself was already

 becoming an integral part of the downtown space,

without being intrusive. That’s saying something for

the only four story, 1/4 block square building in the 

vicinity. The construction was, in my eyes, beautiful.

The workmanship was not shoddy, it was rather 

impeccable. The way the work itself was done made

it more beautiful. It enhances the magic of Tepoztlan. 

It’s really swell.

Next?

(Spoiler Alert! first you explain the joke, then you tell it.)

Aphorism

All organized religions are organized wishful thinking.

Corollary:  All organized religions are cults.

Commentary:

“ There was only one Christian, and they killed him”

Frederick Nietzsche.

I’m using Christianity as my example, but my thesis 

applies to all religions. The Bible doesn’t say what

happened to Jesus when he was “wandering in the 

“wilderness” for twenty years. For the Jews, wilderness 

could have meant anywhere that wasn’t there, where they 

were. Some scholars have proposed that Jesus might

have found his way to India and Tibet, studied and 

practiced  Buddhist meditation and yoga there, and 

became an adept. There are videos on YouTube that 

go into this. There is anecdotal evidence, as well as 

historical writings, that support this idea.They say the 

person that came to India from far away was named

“Issa”. Jesus/Issa are quite similar, given distances 

of thousands of miles and different cultures. If true, 

this would be rational evidence for some of the 

phenomena associated with Jesus. The “miracles” 

he supposedly performed are a good example. The

Tibetans have countless examples of documented 

“miracles”performed by Buddhist adepts. Raising 

the dead? My own teacher, Trungpa, is said to have 

done that to one of his teachers that died. Another 

teacher, Trinley Norbu, is said to have done it too.

These were Buddhist yogins that were alive in my time. 

He predicted my future two times about two different 

things. Other miracles; being in two places at once, 

transporting his body to another place,

appearing as different beings, are all stories I heard 

from my fellow students Trungpa saw what is happening 

in the USA today. He urged his students to move to 

Nova Scotia to avoid the mess. Many did. So, in light 

of these and other examples I could give, the miracles 

that Jesus allegedly performed, a main reason to the

claim he was the Son of God, are not that extraordinary 

or evidence of divinity. The few teachings of Jesus the 

New Testament includes are interesting. “Love thy 

neighbor as thyself”, the Golden Rule, is the same as 

the Buddhist idea of compassion. “Unless you are like 

one of these, (children), you cannot enter the kingdom 

of Heaven”. Unless you are free from the pollution of 

discursive mind, Buddhists would say, you cannot 

attain enlightenment would be the same idea.

If the Catholic (or any) Church practiced the actual 

teachings of Jesus, the world would be a better place for 

sure. The history of the Catholic Church, as an example, 

is one of greed and genocide, hardly what Jesus would 

have taught. The Catholic Church genocided the Gnostics. 

In the teachings of Gnosticism, it is said that adherents 

to that could have a direct relationship to God without 

intermediaries. That would have eliminated the need for 

the priesthood, and the Catholic organization did not 

tolerate that idea. Having said that, the Christian ideals 

of kindness and decency are central to the values of 

tradition in the USA. It’s better to get a little bit of 

something good than nothing at all. I do emphasize,

however, that organized religions always stray from

whatever founding principles that are good that they

may be based on into corruption. It is better to get 

nothing at all than something bad.

Amnesia Number Two

We are born with amnesia

of how we ever came to be.

But. a mind like that, doesn’t 

understand all at once.

Victim Of Amnesia

When I was born I had forgotten who

I had been. My father looked at me and said:

“Where have you been?” I couldn’t answer him.

I was back at tabula rasa, square one, beginner’s 

mind. From then, I made it up anew, as I went along.

T.V. was new. I was watching a show, The Big

Picture. I thought: “Oh boy! I’m going to find out

what life is all about!” I didn’t, it was a military show.

So I went on in the clear fog of not knowing, 

discovering that nobody else knew either, although

they tried to tell me they did. I never believed any

of them. I could tell by their words they were stuck

in a rut, parents, teachers, the whole lot of them.

They were all full of shit. I read a lot of books,

thinking that someone must know something,

figured it out a bit. There were clues in poems I

memorized, a few words at a time. I thought if

I had enough clues, things would begin to make 

sense, it did. I realized very few had any idea what 

they were doing, or why. I became friendly but 

distant, wondering if I would ever meet someone

that had it together. I did, Trungpa, my teacher. He

was so together he had a body with no bullshit inside.

It was rather intimidating because, by that time, I had

accumulated plenty of bullshit myself. I didn’t mean to,

but there it was. He taught me to shed it, dissolve it,

vomit it. I went through a lot, but now I’m fine.

What else shall we talk about? The weather, the

mountains, the sweet dogs I pet as I go to the

market? I don’t want to bore you with details,

but that’s all I’ve got. There’s nothing more to explain.

I self evolved, like anyone could, but few do; too

ravenous for feces, as Shantideva put it, to even

look around. I write because I breathe, it’s part of

it all. I send poems into the quantum matrix, the Void,

like other poets did, aspiring that some will catch some

of the clues that I send, the continuity of awakened mind,

so they can find their own paths, their own awakenings

from the sleep of their lives, and finally remember

what they are.

And The Bleat Goes On

Are you seeing what I’m seeing?

Are you seeing one side?

If so, it’s the wrong one.

If there’s a war going on in America, 

and there is

Someone’s fighting with somebody else.

This is not another four year election.

Have you noticed?

Something’s rotten in Denmark, and

it’s not the cheese.

Ho hum….all,I can do is wait for you

to catch up, if you ever will.

I throw my two cents into the mix,

like a snowflake landing on a burning stove.

Everyone has their own ideas, but some

of them are correct. No one can tell you

what to think, but, shut up already!

Aren’t you getting tired of talking to

yourself in your mind? Why not?

You may realize by now most of your

thoughts are useless garbage. That’s 

the matrix that’s got you. Just because 

you walk on two legs, doesn’t mean you’re 

not more animal than human, if all you

rely on are your survival instincts and

seeking pleasure that can never be fulfilled.

Even Jesus wanted a little more time, the

Son of God, some say. Don’t be so damned smug.

Use the senses to let reality seep in.

Let that sink in.

Day Tripper (number 5?)

Here we go, the curtain is rising again.

What will the show be this time? Only

time and my Muse knows for sure.

Really, reality is pretty good right now.

I don’t need to get high. I do it for 

humanity, not that it pays attention 

much right now to other than the sideshow

that consumes most people’s minds in the 

current chaostrophy. I’ll take a shower soon

because high is always better when the body 

is clean. There, that’s better. A little patchouli 

to top it off. Perfection was never like this.

Are you still looking  for that, perfection?

I could tell you where to find it but you 

wouldn’t believe me. Some already know.

It’s been around since the Buddha, who 

was the end product of human evolution.

People have used his teachings to self-evolve

ever since. I know. I’m one of them. And yes,

since you ask, there are intelligent beings

throughout the universe. There are minds

with no bodies that are as vast as space.

It’s possible to communicate with them.

The Gnostics did, which is why the 

Church eradicated them.

“Nothing scares people more than

the possibility of freedom.” 

Robert Anton Wilson  Music has

charm to sooth the savage beast.

Music saved  my life before I

discovered meditation. 

Buddha said that language is

the least effective form of 

communication. If you see the

truth, words aren’t necessary.

Totalitarians use language to 

confuse, which is so obvious now.

Every ruler should have a “Fool”,

one who can speak the uncomfortable 

truth, the opposite of a “Yes” man.

I think I’m having a conversation with

Elon Musk on X. Maybe it isn’t him, 

but anyway it’s a great conversation with

whomever. “Have you heard about my

investment opportunities? “ always seems

to come up with him, whether it’s him 

or not. Oh well, I hope he works for Trump 

and has his ear. 

Now then, on to something else, but what?

A pleasant experience continues. I’ve gotten

all I’m going to get out of psychedelics. 

Ecstasy is the only one I’ll occasionally do.

It’s somewhat refreshing, turns the mind a 

little to the left, whatever that means. Just 

a beautiful day. I wish all sentient beings

could live in my mind for just a little while.

I could take care of them there. Actually,

I do anyway because that’s the only job

I’ll ever have in all my lives. It’s the thread

that makes sense of the discontinuity. It’s why 

you knew you wanted to become a ballerina 

when you were two. One thing my mother said

on her deathbed that as a girl she wanted to

travel to Tibet. A Tibetan enlightened guy

liberated her mind just before she died, so,

I guess she knew something way back then.

If enlightenment wasn’t an awakening of the

senses, it would be senseless, like religions.

The uncertainty is where we can learn

something. Pretty sure about that.

I used to be a teacher of meditation.

Now, this is the only venue I have

for much of anything.

I never wanted to be a guru. In that,

I’ve succeeded admirably. It’s better

to get nothing at all than something bad.

All that’s stuck in my mind are some 

quotations I remember. I’m glad I have

them because they’re beautiful and some 

good jokes. A few Captain Beefheart

a capella songs he sang, sung poems 

really. He was a great poet. Lots of the

great poets, after the fifties, were singers

of different genres, because that’s where

the money was. They were the truth tellers

the Elizabethan “Fools” of our age. The 

ones that told the truths that people could

hear and sing along. Fantastic. Bob Dylan

definitely contributed to my awakening.

Joanie Mitchel too. She met Trungpa and

she was definitely touched by the experience.

Ginsberg asked Trungpa once if he wanted

to meet Bob Dylan. His answer was: “ I

couldn’t care less.” I’ll leave it at that.

My wife and I gave Ginsberg a ride once 

from Vermont to Boston. It was just before

his poems he wrote about the Rolling Thunder

Review were published in Rolling Stone 

magazine, and he recited some while we were 

driving. One that I still like, to this day, goes

like this: “Nobody saves America by sniffing

cocaine/ jiggling your knees blank eyed in the

rain/when it snows in your nose you catch 

cold in your brain” I think his Howl was the

most influential poem, in English, in the second

half of the twentieth century. Same as On The

Road was the most influential novel. That’s 

what I think. All pleasure and no pain makes

Jack a dull boy. Like the weather in Colorado,

if you don’t like what you see, just wait awhile.

I like what I see, clouds, rain, sun, the sellers

in the market, the dogs roaming free and 

undisturbed, children dressed up in little

costumes…sometimes they’re on horses,

with their parents by their sides. I’m never

sure if these people believe in anything.

They sure like a good show, though. Don’t 

we all? When’s the current “bomb” going

to end? Not soon enough for me. And there 

is still the possibility we might go

full Kali Yuga. We don’t have long

until we’ll know. Meanwhile, which I call

being in Mexico, I live in a special, magical

place, maybe not in the way you imagine it.

Find your own, because it must be somewhere.

You can’t become enlightened when

you’re a God….too much pleasure,

you’re not interested. Only, the Gods

don’t know their existence may be long,

but it’s still temporary, like the biggest

mountains. Think about that the next time

you want to go to heaven. Like Blind Faith

said in one of their songs: “Heaven is in

your mind.” That’s what you find when you

come back to your senses. That’s why

meditation. If it didn’t work, no one would 

have been doing it for thousands of years.

The future was always the present growing

up…how much greater America could become.

The American Dream which seemed to work

for some, others not so much. It’s a relative

goal, all of which are disappointing. Even when

you get to the top you realize you’re on the

bottom, Bob Dylan said. He also said you’re

either busy being born or busy dying, which

also true for everyone. A good place to stop.

A Gift To Tepoztlan (for Herbert Wickenheiser)

I’ve made an impression 

in the space where I sit

outside the coffee house 

in Tepoztlan.

When I die they won’t 

remember me, but they will

remember my colorful socks,

the ties that I wore: “ Where is

that guy that used to sit there

with the striped socks?” they’ll

wonder. Perfectly out of place.

They’ll remember me as a thing

that used to be there.

Space has a memory, like water,

(the scientists say), don’t think it

doesn’t. Space has a memory,

otherwise, nobody would remember

their past lives, some do. They will

remember the colors there for a while,

the ones that saw me, after I’m gone.

Emptiness is the best gift a Buddhist

can give.

Walking Around (for and with Pablo Neruda)

A comby (van) ride to town past

Mexican buildings with bright 

colored murals. I get off at the main

bus stop where I saw a UFO two years 

ago. Straight to the coffee house, I sit

down outside. I’ve come here so often

a friend painted a portrait of me here;

it looks like he captured my soul.

Most people are calm in this un bourgeois 

town. “Still, it would be lovely, to wave a

cut lily and panic a Notary,

or finish a nun with a left to the ear.”

My craving for revenge at being born has

abated. The world does its thing and I do mine.

After coffee, I walk a couple of blocks to the

new Mercado. Grand Opening yesterday, I

didn’t go, mostly through with fiestas. I have 

a routine and a route that I travel, like all

paraplegics just waiting for revelation. It won’t 

come from a God, I know that now. I find the

meaning of life in strangers’ faces, or pick it up

from the street, lost by some unconscious slob.

Things in themselves are symbolic. There’s a 

secret code that runs through the world. Only

if you look can you see it, and most are too busy

for that. This town is fiesta, when it happens or

not. Everyone’s up for a joke, laugh easily at

not very much, my kind of people. Everyone 

knows life’s joke, the uncertainty. The icons

they carry through the streets in processions 

are imposing. I guess they have to believe in

something…no one tells them otherwise.

They go on this way for centuries. I’m still,

not walking, but very moved inside by their

sufferings and their joys.

Good times, but not the way you think.

Just being on the street delights me, like

an old man sitting on his front porch with 

his shotgun, waiting for nothing in Paradise.

Internet Is Out

Sitting in a chair looking out my front door,

second floor steel steps leading down to

walkway curved to the right, block steps

I had cemented into place so they wouldn’t 

wobble, then a cobblestone walkway,

a few steps, a steel railing I had 

put in, the walk is steep but not too long

up to the street. In front of me a wall of green,

trees and bushes, some wires strung head level,

a little coiled plastic pipe on the ground.

A wall of green, and earth and stone behind the

green. Silent except for the rare car, occasional dog.

No fireworks yet, although I expect 

there will be some. I hardly notice anymore.

Internet’s back on!! 

Fuck it!

It’s only poetry!

“The best things in life are free.”

I wish I could get ahold of that guy

just once. The best things may not 

cost anything, but you still have to 

work for them, like

education,

enlightenment,

a good used car.

“You can’t take it with you.”

is another thing they say.

For me, that was easy because

I always gave everything away,

not caring to carry baggage on

my continuous journey, which,

I know doesn’t end with death.

How do I know that? Well, I can’t 

really share my experience, put you

in my head for a while.

Birth is another beginning, death

another end. As dharmas of samsara,

they are relatively true, not absolute.

Buddha told the whole truth 84,000

times. That’s what he did, that’s all

he did. He was the Terminator of the

illusion in which we all live.

Buddhism is no longer popular.

The ways of the world dominate in this age.

Faster and faster, more and more is the rage.

The world is ablaze with the three poisons.

Look them up, I won’t do your homework,

you lazy bastards.

I had a girlfriend once that was a young girl

when she was in a Nazi concentration camp 

for three years. She came out of that marvelously 

intact. She was better than any Prima Donnas

that are everywhere today in this gone world.

And So It Goes

“When I die, they will place my hands like this.

It will look as though I am flying into myself.”

Bill Knott, Chicago poet.

As the clouds come and go, whether you like it,

or not. Change comes hard for us, whether we like

it or not.

Even if we want to get better somehow, it’s a

difficult journey.

All the wisdom we need has been available for

thousands of years, whether we heed it or not.

Sometimes what is familiar gives us reassurance,

whether it’s good for us or not.

Humans are strange, have the ability to change,

unlike dogs and elephants, but, never forget:

you do what you do, whether you like it or not.

One teacher I knew said his teaching method 

was like a blind man swinging a stick in a crowd.

Whomever he hit was coincidence, auspicious

at that.

The world does what it does, whether…..(you

remember…whether you want to or not.)

We do what we do, over and over, ‘till we

get life right. Lives recycle, called reincarnation.

Comedians try the same joke over and over

‘till the audience gets the punchline.

That’s called compassion.

There’s only one poem, one song, one joke,

one punchline. Don’t you wonder, sometimes,

what it is, whether you want to or not?

I write, then I stop…I do what I do too,

whether anyone likes it or not.

Clear View

 Open air on the fourth floor of the new

Mercado. Valley and mountains laid out,

mind expands for miles, no thoughts while

eyes take in what it sees. Vipassana, clear

seeing, what happens when you practice 

meditation and the ego begins to wear thin.

It’s the mind that moves, not the flag.

Experience moves as the mind moves,

a very moving experience. Everything 

arises in the mind, including the universe.

When we look through a telescope, all we

see is our own mind manifesting perception.

But, the pigs don’t know that, and the ponies

don’t know that. “You mean, only we know that?”

“That’s right.”

Sense Of Dollars

Clams, smackers, gelt, moola,

Lots more names I’m sure, filthy lucre.

“What it takes to get along”, 

post Depression song.

Really what it’s all about, isn’t it?

Would you agree is what I want to know.

I get along more without it now, I’m

shrinking rapidly, a slow fade as the music swells.

just a slow dissolve and segue into a new scene.

It never was my idea.

Whenever I relied solely on my rational mind,

it was always a big mistake.

I foretold, only to myself, my future up to now.

It’s hard to believe, for you, some of my realities 

that are true, (Ah, goofy poetry, foolish me).

I’ve never been a coward when survival was at stake.

I haven’t killed anybody yet. I had an opportunity and

wanted to, but didn’t. It’s always a possibility.

Why I mention that now I have no idea.

I’m just writing down what comes out of there.

No point in this one, no punchline. 

Might as well should give up now.

It turns out money wasn’t so important 

after all.

Why Bother?

I write poetry, if you can call it that,

because I fell in love with it in high school,

and that continued on. Back then, colleges

educated people in culture, not like now.

I continue to write because I can’t help it,

the way an alcoholic can’t help drinking,

the way a dancer can’t help dancing,

the way most people can’t help thinking.

Sometimes my blog gets a lot of hits,

which could be a glitch in software, or,

someones read me. 

Still, I don’t really know how popular I am.

Younger people don’t even read books anymore.

A patron is what I need, an anachronistic term

for those in olden days that had “fuck you “ money,

and could easily afford to patronize the arts.

I don’t mind being patronized: “There, there, poor man…

here’s your hundred bucks.” if it gave me an hundred bucks.

But, I’ll keep writing anyway, Fool that I am, though there

may not be Royalty of any ilk that could appreciate what I am.

The desperation of iambic verse,

no more no less, 

no one likes to be a wolf howling at the moon.

“For what it’s worth…buy my album” 

the musician said, as art is bought and sold,

tailored to Consumer’s Mind. (Suzuki Roshi

would have been proud of that). I give myself,

my poetry, to all the beasts that eat me.

And that’s that.

Billions And Billions

How many billions of years

before this coffee house appeared?

I’ve waited for my coffee, but never this long.

A lady passed me with an ass 

that could stop a truck. How long have

I waited to see that? How long will it be

before I see my teacher again,

drunk Trungpa, with his crystal mind?

Not long at all, in fact, he’s with me now.

That happens when you make connection 

with the quantum maze. Few have that 

experience, that perception. Most wander

in Brownian motion, pinballing through 

life, in one direction. “Tilt”, and it begins

again, another quarter in the slot, 

another life. People don’t believe in

reincarnation, rainbow body, enlightened

mind, phenomena documented for

thousands of years. In the West, most

still have never even heard of those 

realities. They only believe in money,

pleasure, tangible substances, their

lovers’ skins. It’s a game of diminishing 

returns, like Patchinko. 

Maybe going to Mars is the brass ring

on the carousel. Fat chance. You see,

there are some things I don’t believe,

like Gods of any name, religions…

there are some mythstakes I don’t make.

Eternity is real, for sure, but it doesn’t 

happen all at once. It’s discontinuous,

like the uncertainty of our lives.

Humans arose because man eternally

arrives. Everything you can imagine

is happening right now somewhere.

There’s a universe in a drop of water,

Blake, or someone said. The microcosm

scaleable to the macrocosm. Each mind

is a universe unto itself, the same number

of possibilities. Even science, still primitive,

at least gets some things right. They still

seek ultimate reality by examining smaller

and smaller things…larger and larger things,

when everything is here, right under our noses,

but, who takes the time to examine that? 

Buddhists do, that’s all we do: Terminators

of all the myths until all that’s left is space.

“Spaces-Are-Us” is an empty store,

another Buddhist joke, that’s two.

I’ve got forever to become a comedian.

In Love With Space

A new mercado opened in Tepoztlan,

a four story building in the heart of town.

Surprisingly well constructed, with unmatched

vistas of the mountains and the valley.

It replaces the market that’s been there forever,

with it’s ramshackle stalls, crowded together,

plastic sheets protecting from the rain not well.

It’s the first big change to the town since I’ve

been here, twenty years. Open, airy and breezy,

feeling out of doors, earthquake reinforced, the

right answer to a chronic question.

No bad vibes of McMansions, strip malls,

condos on top of one another. It’s happy

industrial magic, if that is even a thing,

compatible with the magic that abides here.

As an ex plumber, I admire the quality of

workmanship with a bit of astonishment.

There are capable people in Mexico, but

sometimes they’re hard to find.

A gringo saying about Mexico is:

“Mexico: the country that almost works.”

In this case, it does.

Sometimes poems are about ordinary things.

Poets always go where the magic is.

Man As Machine

I wrote a senior college thesis paper

on “Man As Machine In 20th Century

Literature.” People don’t write much 

anymore, here in the 21st Century, only

a few words written on a magic screen.

Mainly, it’s social media, a frenzy of

quick impressions working directly into

the mind….Danger Zone!!….so, we are 

merging with these machines, surreptitiously,

behind the scene becoming more like them,

so we begin to forget who we are, which is

textbook brainwash. Orwell didn’t write 

much about the technology of control, the

means, just the method. And now, Homosap

is controlled by machines. He thought he 

had escaped from Dr. Caligari, but, he only 

found himself in another cage.

 Now, my paper is up to date.

Rainy Season Tepoztlan 2024

A good one…solid rain from mid June

through August…more to come.

Clouds decorate the mountains, people

looking moisturized. Streets as clean as 

they can ever be. No rubble, no protestors,

no riots. I was smart to leave the USA.

Even if Trump is elected, by the time he gets

the USA back in shape, I’ll be dead. I never

trusted a plan I couldn’t see. Americans, many

venal, many dumb…they do have a Musk no

others do. Let’s see if he degenerates into a

Savior. After all, he may be a genius, the richest 

man in the world, but he has no mind training,

and his mind is numbed with God. One thing is 

sure: I’m a better poet than he’ll ever be, and

I’m not that good. Poets are a dying breed from 

a time when language was used to communicate,

not indoctrinate, which both sides always do.

The pendulum is swinging towards the Dark Age.

Not every prophet, for millennia, can be wrong.

More was known about the mind 2500 years ago

than is today. People still train their minds, but

few go that way. “The reason why there are no

revolutionaries in America, is that it would be like

being a spoilsport at an orgy.” Richard Dreyfus 1971.

Revolutionaries are in charge of the orgy now…the

lunatics have taken over the Asylum. There would 

have to be a Mao sized extermination to get rid of 

them, but the good guys are too nice. If they did that,

no doubt they’d become evil too, and the slaughter

would never stop...what to do? It’s only business,

after all, and, as we know, the dharmas of samsara 

are futile. Over seven billion people in the world,

but not for long. Mother Nature doesn’t listen to the

homosap, and there’s going to be hell to pay.

I’ll die in poverty while you continue to dot the “i”s

and cross the “t”s. It will make no difference if you 

go to Mars, as you will see. It’s just more hopium to 

buttress against futility. Your vision is because you’re 

still young. Wait until you’re old, like me. Are you a

Renaissance Man or a freak of nature? Time will tell,

we all will see.

Yes, rainy season, where I am. I write easily because

I’m in a magic land, in a world of diminishing returns,

caused  by man.

I Am Zero (with commentary)

A Buddhist is the zero

between God and dog.

People get confused

whether there is a God

or just a dog. They get

confused if they are a God

or just a dog.

I’ve eliminated the extremes 

to the point of zero, which, as

a Buddhist, is where I belong.

If people ask me: “Who are you?”

I form a zero with my lips and

am silent.

Few seem satisfied with this answer,

but, for once, I’ve given them a gift

that keeps on giving.

Commentary:

On the Norm Macdonald show,

he and his sidekick, Adam Eget,

had a little shtick they’d do, a joke

played on their guests. Adam, 

the foil of the two, designatedly

would ask the guest: “ My question

to you is: where do you get your ideas?”

The guest, at first flummoxed and chagrined,

would be silent, (the correct answer they 

never seem to get). After  that, as comedians,

they come up with something, but most don’t 

seem to like the trick. Is that why it’s difficult

for Buddhists to be comedians? Because, really,

that’s their only joke?

Trapped In Paradise

Is that an oxymoron?

If I told you why I was trapped,

I’d have to kill you.

It’s not a bad thing or a bad idea.

Where I am is Shangri-lha, about 30%,

more than I’ve seen elsewhere.

A wiseguy like me is just a bright flower

on the side of the road, that distracts drivers

and causes accidents. I don’t mean to, but,

there you have it.

Language has been the cause of many things

good and bad. Wallace Stevens said that poetry 

is a destructive force: it destroys misconceptions 

about perception. It shines a light into our shared 

experiences. A little should appear on all social

media platforms to aerate the bullshit, to distract

the rabble from their rabid reactions, if only for 

a moment. Getting a little bit of something good

is better than getting nothing at all. And, getting 

nothing at all is better than getting something bad.

For example, smart Mexicans speak English.

It’s a good filter to know who to relate to.

Fuck It

 Contemplating suicide….

the pros and the cons. 

Money is the issue…if I run out,

there’s no way I can survive…it’s

still an iffy issue…it’s too early to 

pull a trigger. I never was interested

in money…never good at making it.

When I had it, I took it for granted.

Now the end game is afoot.

I gave my life away already to all

sentient beings…

I helped all those I could the best I can.

If no one helps me now, that’s their business…

everyone does what they do..

I don’t blame them, I did too.

As a Buddhist, suicide is a bad thing, very bad.

I’m not afraid of dying…

I’m deathly afraid of karma.

Sitting on the edge of that question 

is very powerful.

There will be no more poems.

I don’t imagine that matters much.

I’m rambling because of uncertainty,

not freaked out, but with a cautious 

apprehension. This is not a note I leave 

beside my body. I’m just thinking out loud.

Ironically, I feel better than I have 

my whole life. I’d hate to throw that away

because of some stupid move.

I could have died so many times already.

Why I’m still alive is something of a miracle,

a blessing, an opportunity to contemplate my fate.

“Even Jesus wanted a little more time.”

Trying to help was my only inspiration.

I did radical theatre, social satire, a mirror

for society’s mind. I realized whatever effect

it had wore off quickly.

I helped my Buddhist teacher bring Buddhism 

to the West. I’m most happy about that. Of course,

it didn’t make me as rich as the Pope, the opposite.

If anything, that’s why I find myself here.

Still, I wouldn’t have had it any other way,

which seems suicidal now.

Fuck me if I can’t take a joke.

I have no idea my poetry has done

a whit of good…some people said

they liked them…so what? Poetry

and music have always inspired 

people…only Dylan and his ilk

have been worth a hoot, became

rich. There have been plenty of prophets

over millennia. Few ever listened to them.

No, if you really want to change the world,

it takes power and money to conquer the world:

Prince Ashoka, Genghis Khan, even Elon Musk

and Trump. Hitler made a splash, but he had the

wrong idea. Money and power corrupt, but they’re 

the only way to get things done. That’s the quandary.

Berryman jumped off a bridge. (I wonder what he

was thinking just then.) My dear friend, Thomas,

master artist, burned himself up in his trailer after

twenty years of intense suffering. His reason was

better than mine. My grandfather begged me to

kill him. I didn’t, but now wonder if I was kind.

I’m willing to go…too many people anyway 

on the earth. Bill Gates wants to help, but in

an evil way. Elon wants to colonize Mars; to me,

like pouring water from one glass to another.

There’s a question if his marvelous inventions

will help anything at all, or are they all just

brilliant hopium? Only the enlightened know 

what to do, and they’re in short supply.

What if you found, at the seashore, a message

in a bottle that read: “Look behind you.” ?

What would you think?

Would you understand?

Would it be a revelation?

Would you keep the bottle

and throw the note away?

Did that note save Donald’s life?

People tend not to see the treasures

in front of them, too busy to notice

anything besides their comfortable lives.

As a child, I already knew there was 

something more than that. So, I gave 

my life away because it seemed the right

thing to do. 

I have no regrets or doubt of that.

All that’s left is how to close this out

without leaving a mess behind. I’m

in this moment to ask that question.

It’s the same question I had as a child:

“What is this life thing anyway?”

My only answer is: look behind you.

Handel and Leadbelly wrote music

that got them out of prisons.

I doubt that that will be my fate.

Back To The Drawing Board

Social media isn’t for me.

Oh yes, I’m addicted to it already,

and I’m already suppressed by the

algorithm. 

It’s a tar baby of attraction.

I can see days go by when

I forget about everything else.

I may have to delete X from

my computer.

Elon is special.

He’s already on his way to becoming

a long lived God, (one of the six realms).

I’ve never met one, but supposedly, they

live for millennia, longer than Methuselah.

Supposedly, just before they die, (for none

of the realms are eternal), their flower

garlands start to wilt, and they start smelling

their body odor. When they die, they’re 

immediately reborn into hell. 

Karma, ne?

Xpoem #1

Sifting through the debris of social media…

leaving my entrails as a trail.

How can I fly to Mars in three lines?

Poetry Is An Anachronism

 Poetry was from a time 

when people had literary minds.

Writing was one of the few forms of 

entertainment, as well as education.

Now, with social media, it’s all entertainment,

dispensed in tiny bites to fit the manic

attention spans. No one is learning much

anymore…. too busy consuming 

information pollution to satisfy appetites

for bullshit. 

So, as I write here less, I write on X more.

More people see and read me there.

It’s a natural progression,

and I love telegraphing snarky comments.

So, I’m going away, but not disappearing.

Just a fade, a dissolve, into a different scene.

When you live among the Lotus Eaters, 

you can’t choose the menu. But, this way,

I can complain about the service:

“ Hey, waiter! There’s an “I” in my soup!”

Social Media #2

“If I seem to act unkind, it’s only me,

it’s not my mind that is confusing things.”

John Lennon

Social media is questionable usefulness.

If you’re not already convinced of the truth,

it gives plenty of reasons to doubt yourself.

If you have emotions, it’s a tar baby.

Would you have coffee with Elon Musk if he

asked you? Why would he want to?

How could you be sure it was him?

Maybe he wants to know normal people.

That’s a good reason.

Maybe he wants you to invest.

That’s a reason.

The problem seems to be the world suffers

now from an overactive imagination.

If Mr. Musk showed up outside my coffee

house, or sent a representative to talk to me,

that would be proof of life.

Otherwise, it’s just a temporary mirage.

There are plenty of those on the internet

to chose from.

I can wait for the truth forever.

I’ve got time.

Gaming

“A man could make a modest living

playing the marble game.”

from the play “The Time Of Your Life.”

Pachinko, maybe…not roulette…I’ve

got more balls than that.

It’s a game of chance, if you look at it 

that way…karma if that’s how you see it.

“Many times for brief moments” is the 

most profound instruction.

Losing is not a problem if you know

the game is rigged.

In that case, you just make the game bigger

until the marbles fall through space.

X

Started on X the past few days

realizing why I stayed off of 

social media since it began.

So far no one has said anything 

about my ranting. Tentatively 

good. Takes up a lot of my too

much time…old and in the way

and all…not complaining…if 

you’re lucky, you’ll get here too.

Other than that, it’s just

a tool I’ll use more if 

it continues to be useful.

I am an ape and all.

Esmeralda

 Beautiful young petite Mexican

senorita all tatted up with the sweetest

genuine smile. I’m in love again.

Too late for this lifetime doesn’t matter.

“Old rats like cheese too.” 

South Carolina plumber.

“Just because the director says ‘Action!’

doesn’t mean you have to do anything.”

Marlon Brando to Al Pacino

Good Morning!

 Where I live in Mexico people

say hello in the morning.

They don’t in Kyoto, Chicago,

New York or Boston. Being an 

American means never having to

say hello….too busy…crust of

isolation, illusion of separateness 

and individuality, full of themselves 

with little room for others, no sense 

that we’re all in this together, which

we are. “I’m me and you’re not” is

the battle cry, though there’s nothing

much to defend. Being the best at

trivial pursuits, but losing the game

of life.

Saying hello is meaningful. It says 

you acknowledge you’re not the 

only one there. 

If not, if everyone’s center stage,

there is no audience to see the play

in which the truth is revealed. 

Life becomes a clown show with

everyone just fooling around in

goofiness. 

It’s a mad mad mad mad world.

Quantum Story

Late night city street sidewalk 

street lamps red and white car

lights sizzle of tires through the

recent rain.

It could have happened.

I wasn’t cold. I lit a cigarette 

under lamp light watched the

smoke drift upwards and fade.

Not much movement on the

cityscape. Most of the lives 

buttoned up for the night. I

wasn’t going to come up 

with something new where

I was standing. I had to go.