Friday, July 31, 2015

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.















Thursday, July 30, 2015

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.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

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.






Tuesday, July 28, 2015

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.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

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. 

Friday, July 24, 2015

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.


Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Aphorism

The only purpose for belief
is to ignore the truth.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

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.






Monday, July 13, 2015

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.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

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.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

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.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

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.