Saturday, March 31, 2012

Dumbo

Don’t be afraid of death…
be afraid of your next life:
the seeds you plant now
will grow.

You don’t know how you
got here…you don’t
believe in another life,
but you’re here now…

You think your actions
don’t have consequences,
yet you wonder why you
were born with one arm.
a woman, black, white.

You dumbshite, closing
your eyes on the edge
of a cliff...your beliefs
are destroying you.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

A Finite Tonight

Contemplating my life
as a life in a stream of lives
we call “my generation” or “era”
and we did all fly through history,
following each other through time
like a flock of birds in the sky…
becoming extinct as a movement,
as they all did…not a species….
a temporary adaptation, perhaps
that served it’s time and displayed
it’s feathers and went out like a light.

Which is why humans shouldn’t be
so proud of themselves… how many
bridges they built or wars they won…..

Maybe the genetic marker…fuse…
comes through language, so we find
ourselves marching to a particular drum.,
together with the cultural context…what
you believe in …

...until you learn to look
and thus see ….the only ones that train
in that…the Buddhists, the Taoists…had
their temporary flowering in time, they
also have timelessness, which most can’t
fathom.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

You Want More

You visit me
because you want more.
I want to whet your appetite
out of your heart.

Do you want more?

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Burma Shave Poem

I see you there

But, where am I?

I may be looking

from the sky.


The Police

Saturday, March 10, 2012

The Three Tells Of Existence

A “tell” is an instinctive physical reaction
by a poker player that “tells” his opponents
information about his hand. The movement
of an eyebrow, touching the shirt in a certain
way, when observed as a repeated act, can
clue the observer into whether the opponent
has a good hand , or is bluffing, for example.

Reality itself has three “tells”: facets or functions,
that point to the true nature of experience, but,
despite their universality, are seen as the major
hurdles of life because what they point out is that
the game is rigged, that it can’t be won, and
that we’re all a bunch of suckers in thinking it can be.
Nobody wants to see things
in that way, so we keep coming back to the table.

Impermanence. Nothing lasts….even the universe
itself will cycle back into the void, This is clear,
yet humans bet their money on creating empires,
fortunes, at the expense of others’ suffering, not
realizing that as circumstances change, so do fortunes…
that we’ve been playing the game for so many lifetimes
that we’ve already been dealt all the hands possible…
that we’ve won and lost so many times,
yet we’re still hooked by the game.

Suffering: We win…we feel good…we feel the
opposite when we lose. But the “tell” of suffering,
if we examine existence, is that no matter how
much we win, eventually we have to give it all
back and start over. Even if we don’t believe in
reincarnation, at some point, we lose everything,
and the suffering we feel at that point is directly
proportional to what we think we’re losing.

Egolessness: No matter how well we play,
there’s always someone better… or, we have an off
night…or we forget how to hit the golf ball.
Whomever we think we are is constantly being
challenged, is constantly changing. Much
time is spent supporting our idea of ourselves….
whether we think badly or well of ourselves is
irrelevant. And the idea of ourselves, itself,
is ultimately shown to be unreal. Ego is the
perfect con because it’s always adjusting to the
information it receives in order to justify itself.

If reality was a life-or-death poker game, we
would want to have all the information we
could about it. The way it stands for most people,
rich or poor….powerful or oppressed….no matter
what station, the house always wins.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Available Space (for Leo Kottke)

You always provided space in your music
in the tiny moments between notes,
in the catta-tonic pause between phrases,
the patta-tonic overlay of rhythms…
you broke my heart.



this sound from "The Book Of Tiny Dancing."

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Autonomic Nervous Society

who needs robots when you
can force humans to be that…
am I beating a broken mould?
am I beating a broken record?
….cows getting together could
proclaim themselves as such…
bearing placards to the
slaughterhouse…