God: Better Than Nothing?

God is a word that refers to

anthing humans cannot 

comprehend.

God is a myth take.

Belief in God is like pumping

a jihadist full of steroids and

putting him on the field when

he has no understanding of 

the game.

Universities are factories that

produce the same warped

paradigm, transparently 

destructive.

Certain attributes are 

accorded to God: all

knowing, all seeing,

benevolence, wrath....

As Ann Waldman wrote,

it's like "putting makeup

on empty space"....or,

as Whitehead said it's

"The fallacy of misplaced

concreteness."

What the ignorant don't 

realize is that the mind

itself needs to be trained,

the way an atheletes body

needs to be trained to play

basketball.

Just because you possess

a human body doen't mean

you are a human being....

Just ask Ted Bundy.

Education treats humans like 

machines that can be 

programmed through training.

More and more humans are

aware of this fallacy, and study

methods to grow, wake up,

evolve the mind itself.

God is a word humans invented

to mask curiousity and the 

uncertainty of life itself.

People worship in churches

which makes them feel better

for a short time.

Balloons make me feel better

for a short time. Fuck God.

Catching Up

Older and slower...

it was hard to pay attention, 

to remember the details of a time

when I was all asses and elbows

tryng to make ends meet...

I had the guts to study with a

Sidhha and learn plumbing 

from scratch...

And, now, I have all history of my life

in front of me, at the touch of a button.

I can research the streams and the

trends of history to paint a picture

while I'm waiting for nothing

to happen.

Cosmetics

Most medicines and other pills

people take are cosmetic.

Some medicines actually cure 

diseases...penicillin, insulin, high

blood pressure medication, to give

a few examples. 

But let's look at some others.

Chemo therapy and radiation

for cancer have horrible success

rates. They are cosmetics for

dying people to think that they are

being treated and everything is

being done for them. 

How reassuring.

Painkillers are cosmetics for pain.

All the psychedelics are cosmetics

you smear on reality. They can be

beneficial because they show that

reality is not solid, but they wear off

and you're left with the same old face.

The revelations vanish like an opium

dream.

An exception to this is Ibogane, which

does cure physical addiction to opiates,

but when it's over, one returns to the

same circumstances that caused one to 

become addicted in the first place.

Good luck there.

So, real change in humans is

not possible through drugs.

In fact, most drugs mask the

path to change. Have a nice trip.

Denouement

Fukushima takes off

into the air..
the bride stripped bare
of her batchelors.
The New World Order
tries to conquor while
there's still something
left...not a farce in the
usual sense of catastrophe...
"What's behind Door (end)
Number One?"

No need to panic, no need
to get hysterical, unless you
haven't been paying attention
your whole life...

then....I would.

Old Hippie P.S.A. #1

Colorful Clothes

I wear colorful clothes as

much as possible. It's one of

few ways one can broadcast

one does not take the whole

thing too seriously in a non-

aggressive way. One could

walk around naked, or, blow

up a marketplace, and the
message would be clear, but,

not so friendly.  One sees
people dragging themselves
down the sidewalk in drab
duds, and, you can be sure
their heads are filled with
drab illusions. Awareness of
the world begins with the body. 

All I Have (to do) Is Dream

Fantastic, fascinating,

this dream called life
once the overdream,
the overlay, the web
of thought that tries
to snare reality, in vain,
has been swept away.

Aphorism

The only purpose for belief
is to ignore the truth.

I Wanna Be Pissed Off

But I'm not, having worked

with my emotions for 45 years....

I could get pissed off about that.

There's plenty to be pissed off

about....just look around...but

since it all boils down to stupid

foolishness masquerading as

power and leadership, that's 

easy to see through...ignorance

is the norm.

No reason to be pissed at all the

terrorist groups...they are just

playing out their bad cards...give

them weapons....let them kill 

each other...can't talk to them.

The wisdom of anger is that it

sees clearly what's wrong and

what needs to be done. Since

nothing can be done, there is 

no expediency to anger.

Fact is, I am pissed, crying 

through angry tears. I avoided

the big traps of men. Now, I

sit on the sidelines, watching

the game where nobody wins

unfolding like the flag of a country

that can't find it's way home.

Thought Balloons

Thoughts are like bubbles

that rise to the surface of

consciousness. For most 

people, they are like froth 

or foam that accumulates

on the surface and blocks

clarity of mind (water). To

the experienced meditator,

thoughts are like champaigne

bubbles that pop the instant

they contact the air of

awareness.

Tempura In Cuernavaca

At El Galeria, high class mall
with cinemas and all you'd
expect from Western World
class illusion of opulence... but
it is nice sitting outside sipping
miso soup on clear plaza, blue
skies and well dressed shoppers
so far removed from holocaust,
war, starvation that occur
simultaneous with each bite of
crispy shrimp...not many frowns
on faces here, unlike the streets,
transparent worry of ordinary lives
branded into their being; no, here
people shop for their future  material
bliss, trusting that their fascination
won't wear out before it's too late.

Johnny Too Bad

Johnny Too Bad

walking down the road

in the killing fields smiling

because he knows for most

there is no difference.

Addendum

To a pretty good day...

lost half of it on the way

to the next drink, (yes, 

another half pint to be 

half proud of, or, 

not to be) the way of 

the whirl, tizzy, Tin Lizzy

Mandelbrobdingnagian 

serendipity....what comes 

at the end and makes it all 

good, like Deus Ex Machina,

Hollywood Ending, what we

expect from our brave new world....

not me,  Sirs and Madams, 

no sirree...going on like an

anthem to an encyclopedia....hey,

who knew.........everything?

This comes after because it's 

already too late, even if I had 

had something to say at some 

point in this which may even

be  now.

Even now I can add to the end...

beginning again as if it ever

really began and all we're 

doing is just adding on to the

shit pile (sorry) even now to

the end of this particular

beginning.

One Soul Fits All

Edge-ucator "To learn

just stay in doubt and wonder

believing nothing...there are

no questions."

Poem (for Alina)

It arises

like the Agave

that doesn't say

what use it should

have for the humans...

the humans determine that.

Poem arises not because

humans say what use it should have....

that's why poem is so frustrating

and intoxicating for humans.

Too Late To Call Myself A Poet

Too late to call myself

much of anything....

Buddhism stripped 

any identity out of me.

I used to call myself

a plumber because

I could do that...

the thrill of the skill 

is gone.

I was a good actor,

I lost the reviews, but,

trust me or not, they

were lauditory.

I was a Buddhist teacher...

still could, I guess, just

not much of an audience

these days.

No title to my name, 

people just see an old man, 

like all old men, a rusty shell 

of old dreams.