Samples

Grateful Dead, clouds, rain, a few rocket bombs and a pair of birds under the Great Afro Tree

that shelters us and provides a fun place to be....the birds are a couple, the male brightly

redded with plumage, the female a bit more discrete...now the male is sitting in a chair...err, on a chair, the high back of  a green plastic chair....one I haven't broken by sitting in yet. They must  have a nest in G.A.T. somewhere....plenty of tree to hide out in. The view isn't the same as at

"El Mirador", but I still have mountains in front of me...better than a you-know-what...

...reflection of a black bird in glass coffeetabletop....ok...no reason to panic....that's not the sign

I was looking for....not the right "da"....no...the right "da" is all around me....I live in the middle 

of a message...the message is,  I'm here...this place and time...it looks like this...so what?

You do too. It's just another one lifted and dropped upon your plate...no reason to panic...Thank God It's Fillintheblank....reflection in an eye so open out into the inside of outer space,

so that when you make that contact, you are changed forever into a non-centralized entity,

...a N.C.E. as we calls it in the Core.....the Evolutionary Twelve Step Program Condensed into

a Quick Two Step Dance.....A Kansas City Shuffle.....A New York Hustle....

...reflection in smoky glass....more light...clouds puffy... shady... 

...another day...after a series of events....a crazy time in the neighborhood...why do people make things complicated?  ...nothing better to do I guess....it's harder to evolve when there are

too many concerns about nonsense...

We're getting too much furniture delivered today....some we need...some we have no

room for.....irresisitible force meets immovable bed/landlady.

Fun.

The trees don't care, the flowers don't mind, the squirrels don' t give a shit.

Garden Varieties

Around my house here are four spots where one can sit in an outside area: a balcony, a porch,

under a gigantic tree, an outdoor courtyard space inside the house. Much if not most of life here in Tepoztlan is lived outside...in the gardens, in the streets, in the alleys, on the roofs....and there is always vegetation...and it always is beautiful.

I've been invited into this space...in spite of the local deities.....it's a good deal...even Steven....

as the horrible schlupping sound recedes into yesterday's newspapers....

......"Oh, nothing, Dad....I'll be right down!"........

...but the silence of this particular night protects me and allows me the freedom to be

this kind of idiot........

....the restaurants...Pascal's of the lovely Carmelina and their daughter to remain nameless...

and all the sentientities enriching space infinitely. 

"Why not?  My name ain't....

(think of three words)

forever......."  

"Change Happens Through Love"

Change happens many ways.

When someone is heading towards

the edge of a cliff, love is

knocking them down.

Love happens many ways.

Words are somewhat useless,

cannot describe what is. 

Clear seeing and right action

are beyond words.

Change happens by itself

Spiritual Bureaucracy

Politics and religion replace the true

spirit of the teachings. Empty words

and mind twisted logic make a mockery

of the dharma...control replaces respect

and right attitude. The so called Buddhists

form "The Club" and circle the wagons in

arrogant self righteousness...just like all

the other cults. If you tell a lie many times,

some will believe you.

Report From Never Mind

I went back to Colorado of Never Mind Country...

things were going about as well as a rodeo on Lake Michigan in January....

it was going down even though there were plenty of cars on the streets,

some things cost about the same as a year ago....

...but there was a change......

people were more polite...

more sensitive...

and I think, now, what it is is that the line is so tight...

the boundary is so tight....

between prosperity and disaster...

as when you are asleep

and you realize that you are waking up...

and you so desperately don't want to do

anything to disturb your dream.

Snapshot #1

A leaf the same brown as the tile,

long, slim, full of water, with

sun on it looking crystal as if

it was an ice jewel lying

on brown stone.

Ode to Alex Jones

You are vewy vewy angwy,

but I see you speaking from 

your heart, and that your words

are not empty rhetoric, but

backed by fact...you are a post

modern Mark Twain or Will

Rogers.

When the music is being 

played loud, you have to 

shout to be heard. 

When they started making

movies about the future,

I was afraid we'd lost the present.

Everyone should hear you,

and make up their own minds.

Go there strong, man.

Rainy Season

Rainy season is here in Tepoztlan...it only takes about a week for the landscape to turn from dusty brown to verdant green...the weather cools...the fiestas continue, unabated, unstoppable,

undampable...the real religion that's going on here. All the buildings downtown have been 

painted fresh by the municipality...in a short  list of rusts, yellows and oranges to give the

downtown (centro) more of a feeling of order or regularity befitting the national designation

of "Pueblo Magico"....the real magic is that the village hasn't changed much in the last 20 years.

There are more people and too many taxis....but no golf course, and if you really want to shop

for something other than the knock-off Mexican trinkets made in China, you have to go to Cuernavaca, where the Home Depot feels and looks just like the one in Fort Collins, USA, 

and where the Mall has designer jeans and whatnot, at prices twice what they are in the States.

Nothing succeeds like failure if you want to maintain a laid back lifestyle, and the people that run the town, the Tepoztecos, make sure that no gringos flourish with their little plans

to have an Irish pub here,  a five star posada there...even if you have a deed to your land, the locals own the land as community property and they can drive you out whenever they want...

they've done it before....which seems fine to me... great that not everyone is duped by the idea

of "progress". The only progress I can see in history was when Buddha taught and showed

the path of liberation from suffering to humanity 2.5 millennia ago....down hill since then,

although there have been a lot of good jokes along the way.

So, I feel very lucky that the choices here are limited and that you either dig the environment

or go somewhere else for greater industrial kicks. You can get anything you want in Mexico City...because it's like any great city....but Tepoztlan is like Woodstock, New York, before the

musicians arrived in the late sixties...or Boulder, Colorado,  before Aspen spilled over. The

teenagers love it because they can wander the mountains and pick magic mushrooms and

camp out for days. In a month or two there will be waterfalls in the mountains. There are

a few narcos with residences here...garish fortified castle compounds in the valley...but

they are low key here...even they need a rest from the work of killing.

Next door is a sheet metal fabrication shop....they also have turkeys, chickens, sheep and

goats. I haven't heard the peacocks lately. The whole crew of them get busy noise making

when the sun is coming up or down....primitive animal inklings of religion? Horses and cows wander the highways, but it's not as if they're lost or got out of their pastures...the boundaries

aren't that solid here...just don't hit one with your car, or you'll meet the owner quick

enough. The only animals on this side of the fence are squirrels and birds and the occasional

cat looking for a good time. 

Rain until October or so...then it quickly tapers off.  That's the best time to be here, when it's still lush and the skies are blue and the temperature is perfect....it really is the best time,

although it's hard to qualify paradise.

Everything You Know is Wrong

The US Government does not want 

what's best for the people of the US...

the US is not a Democracy....it is 

crypto-fascist, heading towards a 

slave state. 

Your values have been engineered.

You've been had.

Your feelings of helplessness 

have been engineered.

You are cattle waiting to be slaughtered.

Kill your TV and try to find out

what's going on.

Your mantra is "everything I know is wrong."

Have a nice day.