Sweet Spot

I was born in a sweet spot of time,

when the earth, man, stood still in

the glow of the atomic bomb, and,

couldn’t get back into self destruction

for a time….the time of my life.

We could just do stuff…didn’t have to

think about the future, or, so we thought.

But even having that much freedom was

a taste of the good cook…we were hooked,

and, you can be hooked in a good way, like,

meditation…oops. Finding that anywhere 

else, out of that time, proved for many to be

impassable. At the same time, for many, it 

awakened the karma from previous lives that

connected them to their path…Zen, Tibetan, 

Hindu…political correctness requires I say

that now. It’s a natural organic process, like 

when you, say, pour nutrients into a pond.

As long as there’s sugar, there’s gonna be 

yeast. As long as humans believe themselves

as individuated entities, they’ll continue to 

slaughter each other. My teacher called it

P.O.O.   power over others. Everything

you know is wrong. Start over before over

starts you.