Aquamarine

My blood remembers its water

ancient as the ocean

clear blue green

like vast mind

waiting to come up with something.

"Laugh while you can, Monkey Boy!”

White butterflies signal change of seasons,

surrendering to nature….

humanity thought it knew better…

at least, there’s jazz

for nights of regret.

Lord knows we tried.

Some did things, created things…

other’s tried to explain what 

we were doing and why

through science and philosophy

while the answers, long known

and forgotten in the flash of

industrial dazzle daze , moulded 

in ancient caves, collected dust 

on the shelves of the Vatican.  

Lord knows we tried…hell,

we probably couldn’t follow one 

commandment and chew gum

at the same time.

We can only stand the truth 

when sweetened by comedy,

and wind up

as the punchline.

Manufactured Reality

That should be an oxymoron.

They say it isn’t.

What?

Soon I’ll have to get my 

organic reality at the 

organic reality market?

”Whole Realities”?

I don’t think so.

…leaving a trail of bloody marbles…

“those are the pearls that were his eyes”

No allowance for a soul?

How can you manufacture

the self-arising mandala?

Compassion/love is built in…otherwise,

humanity wouldn’t have survived…

…you don’t teach compassion, 

you realize it. Can a machine do that?

Can a machine be made that can 

recognize/create beauty?

Can a machine express the inexpressible

through gesture, like a Zen master?

Machina/simulacrum can only fake

at being human, like a sociopath with

bad brain wiring….whereas, human 

mind, Burning Man Mind, is not 

manufactured, rather, it is already

part of the environment…not a 

separate piece of machinery,

playing the foolbot!

on the other hand...

"In the spring the chrysanthemum's astringent
fragrance comes, revealing the hidden mechanism
of machine within machine within machine."

Wallace Stevens

"How can it not know what it is?" 

Dekert "Blade Runner"

"The human is the art
that reveals the work of heart.

...it all comes down to:
"rag and bone shop of the heart" as Yeats called it....

the "fecund minimum" of Stevens.

"Qwatz!"  Zen Master

As The Wheel Turns

Wheel of life

wheel of time

transporter

torture machine

symbol of eternity

our little lives

so big in our eyes

a pinch of dust

a fading sigh.

Hit Or Myth?

The truth just feels right,

which is what’s meant by

common sense.

Even children know this;

nature is true to itself.

Cabal kebob kaboom!

Burning Man mind meld!

Breakaway civilization leaving

Homosap alone in the dust!

Nature is true to itself!

Chaos Cuisinart cyclotron 

Cerntanly cajoles uncertainty

Perhaps portals? We don’t find

The smallest particles because 

There are none. 

Besides some

useful tools, science is a religion, 

a belief, ergo, just another way

of labeling the myth.

I wish I had a punchline for this, 

but, at the moment, I’m stunned

at the stupidity of the apester. 

"What Else You Got?" (John Tischer and Michael White)

Words can't describe it...

no one has taken a selfie with it....

it's not advertised...

How lost we are without it....

how hard it is to find it;

like losing your glasses

on your forehead.

Yet, when it is seen,

there is nothing else.

What on earth could it be?

Like two old crazy zen poets
writing words in the dust...
Bottom line?
It keeps off the rust.

The Beginning

It always starts this way

even if you’ve done it a

thousand times, which 

you have.

You’d cry too if you were

suddenly exposed to the 

world without warning…

that moment establishes 

who are the warriors 

and who are the cowards…

not that any of us has a 

choice about either coming

or not going… otherwise,

say what you want about 

free will.

Especially US citizens, for

several generations, have 

had it pretty good, and 

besides technology, not much

has changed and our lives 

have not been threatened, 

generally, by starvation, war,

other general calamities, so, a

sudden, enormous paradigm

shift, which is likely to occur

is going to be traumatic for a

lot of i phone clutching 

snowflakes….but then, they 

even fall down manholes.

Prepare for what may be a 

Caesarian.

Good Morning

Dog bark echoes daybreak…

eyes slit open as sun peeks 

over horizon…

“Is it today again?”

I pinch myself to see I’m not

still dreaming, but, even then,

I can’t be sure.

It’s the light that drags us out of bed…

we’re always going towards it, in life 

and death, 

as though light was the destination

all along.

What And Why

A child asks “what is that?” which is

easy to answer.

A child asks “why is …?” and three

iterations from the original question we 

scream: “I don’t know!” 

We know the words but not the meaning.

We have words for things but don’t know

why they are.

Enough answers in our armory and we stop

shuddering in uncertainty long enough 

to function. Challenges to security of view

are met with automatic defenses. Trial and 

error, albeit terribly inefficient, are sufficiently
effective, given the power of the human 

brain, that most are able to stumble through

existence for a certain amount of time 

without necessarily being aware that much 

is happening at all. Questioning is 

discouraged by schools that only give 

answers that need to be learned to fit the

agenda, whether they have any relationship

to the truth or not. The most powerful advice

to humans in order to propel them towards

freedom, enlightenment, liberation is to 

question everything.

Boomerang Suicide

Bellybutton abandonment

greatest rage horsepower evacuate below

smooth operator ambition field distortion

western robbery blackout warning

noble cannibalism antidemocratic chaos

mightiest mask discussion delicious details

siren ballistics treason ambulance alarming

MSM muscular content anybody fraud

citizens protest blowgun bigwigs

patriots wilderness hinge family

enlightened bandsaw addresses mind.

Joke #7

Jesus walks into a bar....sits next to a drunk.

They nod to each other.

Bartender comes over and asks Jesus: "What will you have?"

"An empty shot glass, please."

Jesus gets his glass....looks at it, and, by itself, it fills with whiskey.

Jesus drinks the whiskey, puts the glass down, and, again, it fills back up with whiskey.

The drunk looks at the bartender and says: "I'll have what he's having."

Thought of the day

Initiation is like realizing
everything you know is wrong.

Shoe Fall

Waiting for the other shoe to fall…

waiting for the mailman…

the calm before the storm…

the eye of the hurricane…

waiting for Godot.

The moment before

you walk into the room…

you talk to the boss,

your wife, your child…

the moment before

you extinguish 

one last cigarette.

By then, it’s already over.