Quantum Meditation

 If for one moment you can be

with a still mind without thoughts

simply observing what is,

that is quantum meditation:

mind simply as it is,

a crystal ball of awareness,

part of the environment, thus,

completely connected. 

¨So, words¨

 ¨A little mist, a haloed glory,

and the trees, and us,

air in the morning.¨ (Quasimodo)

Ok…where is it?

here´s a screen, a keyboard,

all I need is words…I started

writing in my mind when I

was young because I had

no one to talk to…so I started

talking to myself…the voice

wasn´t me…nor was it not me…

it was a voice that came from

a mind on its own

free to arise without pretense…

I wasn´t pretending to the paper.

It´s just recording what comes up

without editing…. A snapshot of

images made of words. Blocks

of information to stack to create

an image in your blockhead that

you can recognize,

or identify incorrectly

and jump to conclusions

because your mind is a

wild monkey…

know what I mean?

The word is a virus; a dangerous

vehicle that can be misused to

control peoples´ behavior. In this

way, the pen is mightier than the

sword. I was thinking of three of my

favorite writers and that their not

inconsiderable fame came as a

result of not so many poems and

songs. A lot of people could see

some important, yea critical, things

in just a few words of these people.

Of course, the best is a gesture

with no words at all. That´s what

Dylan did in his interviews.

Swimming To Fukushima

 

The ripples in the water…

the ripples on peoples´ faces

show the flow in their minds…

…the show is the flow of events

that lead into the next events

in an endless succession

of events

that seem to change

but, somehow long to

come around again

to all familiar ways of being

all familiar ways of seeing…

and it´s not ever seen as

a process.

They want it to be a thing.

They want the ripples to be

monuments, institutions,

really existing things, like,

a religion that knows the truth

for certain…a philosophy that

perfectly describes reality…

a pattern of behavior that

assures life will have meaning.

Not enough floating downstream.

Pome Head

 

…and it starts again with a word or a phrase…

something in the mind stream caught on a twig

of awareness leading to a discovered treasury of

words, or maybe just a landslide of rubble that

makes no sense to anyone.

 

…and that´s about it, which should be the end,

and, it is, but, there´s more, or, there´s always

something next until there is no more, more or

less, as if to say,

don´t quote me,

there´s nothing to it, really…

even if I say: ¨the end¨, it still goes on. …