Love

If it gets through to you, really,

it’s overwhelming because it is

so vast, so true that everything

else melts in front of it.

All of the complications mean

less than nothing when faced

with love, death, life, the real things.

We can’t even avoid love, though,

many times it seems to get in the way.

Too smart, with the toy of knowledge,

the thing that makes us feel we are

something.

No, sorry, we can’t avoid love,

avoid reality… whatever darkness

we superimpose on ourselves is just

a delusion, a mirage… a soap bubble….

though, it can kill us.

No, love is what we long for,

of being alive,

which has no antecedent.

Plumber

Last job refuge of scoundrels…

people put up with things that

they wouldn’t tolerate from other

service professions; the smells,

the crude behavior, the ass crack…

That was a big attraction, for me.

All you care about when your toilet

is broken is taking a crap.

If someone comes into your house

seeming as if he is familiar with shit,

that actually is reassuring.

I’ve experienced this many times.

Now, plumbers have to get signed

contracts before they enter a home,

and, they have to wear booties.

Well, let’s just say the cost, for all

involved, has gone up.

Yin Yang

Bright dot

Dark dot

No matter how dark it seems,

there is still a spot of brightness.

No matter how bright it seems,

darkness still exists.

This is the dark age….

did our eyes adjust to the lack of light?
or, was it our hearts?

Rational mind has painted itself

into a very large, dark corner,

from which darkness seems to spread…

…but it cannot see beyond itself….

it cannot see that there is still light

of heart, of intuition glowing and

growing in the dark.

Alone

I’ve been with many people….

family, friends, housemates, lovers….

now that I find myself alone

I find myself.

I find myself part of the scenery

no more important than what I’m seeing…

The only relief….

the only union…

the only nirvana…

no reference point.

Letter To A Friend

did a Temescal here today, which is more similar to a

sweat lodge than a sauna, has indigenous ritual and

significance, but when led by a sensitive shaman,

is like a good spiritual meal. The people there were

all my friends and acquaintances. There seems to be

an attraction here for real spiritual people. K. D., the

Buddhist translator, I told you about lives here. The

other day, I met through my friend, B., a 39 year old

Russian man who had been through the traditional

Tibetian training, and is now a lama....well, he said

he was. I didn't spend enough time with him to tell

if he was genuine or full of shit, but my overall impression

was favorable. He's traveled all over the world, and

he's attracted to Mexico, and to Tepoztlan because

of the work being done here with plant medicine, and

because of K. D., as well....so something very interesting

is happening here that the situation is allowing to occur.

I'm not saying this is going to be Paris in the 20's all over

again, or that what I'm observing will really go anywhere..

.but....it's great for now.

Waiting In Paradise

Waiting in paradise

while the end game

goes on all around….

…it’s the ones that

think they’ve got

their asses covered

amidst the overhaul

confusion that will

suffer…make no

mistake.

Ah, Mexico, where

life is the death penalty

so clear that fiesta

is the religion.

So, while the world

implodes, I’m on the

greatest stage to observe

that….in a land where

the stars still are friends,

where the sky is fresh

and full of understanding.

I Was A Student Of Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche

And all I got was the same universe I was in anyway.

And all I got was this moment.

And all I got was the “squeezing the tube of toothpaste” gesture.

And all that happened was my crazy roommate left forever.

And all I remember is your cute fat smile.

Eraserblade

Sword of Manjushri

cutting fixation

fresh starting

everything in it’s tracks.

Yes, more and more

this is the shaky landscape..

They turn up the T.V.’s

to unbearable decibels

but still can’t shake their lawns.

In the end, there's only

letting go.

Nothing personal.