Eccentric Electric Plasm

Spasm (Spam) of creation down the barrel

of a (your word here), a plasm is 

sent forth, according to laws of physics,

biology, quantum logic…”It’s quantum,

all the way down.” to a mathematical

point based on probability and (yes) 

karma, which is quantum probability.

Black can come up four times in a row 

in roulette….you just have to be there.

Meanwhile…..

“Wherever you go, there you are.”

Updated Just Now

Not censored, edited or messed with…

checked for punctuation, ok, sure!

One must always pay attention to punctuation,

as in the punchuation  line at the end of the joke.

Timing is everything; to know when to start, 

when to stop. And, if you can’t stop, you can

always pretend, create illusions…the mind is

so easily fooled. Just ask the CIA. My writing

is a runaway train that doesn’t stop until it

runs out of  “track”, my code word for THC,

or is that another illusion I just told you?

More interesting than the Wall Street Journal?

What’s your favorite channel?

Is that a trick question?

“It’s all happening at the zoo…

I do believe it…I do believe it’s true”

Paul Simon

Twofer

 Blank Page

Oops…

what just happened?

I think I just missed something 

a glitch in the matrix 

the Void

Shunyata 

Nowness

Back to Square One

Blank page.

Boomer

We’re older now…

our booms have lost

most of their pop.

Too many candles on the birthday cake.

We walk slowly because 

time moves too quickly…

it’s cinematic, really.

We have such adventures 

sitting on the porch,

watching walkers, joggers

children, thugs, bullies,

protestors, whatnot.

Something that looks like

a shotgun propped against 

the wall..it’s own mystery.

We know we don’t haven

much to lose, and we know

the best thing left to do is

love, as best you can. 

Miracle Vaccine or Natural Selection

The great thing about the Covid vaccine is

it will eventually kill off all the brainwashed people.

You’d better laugh, folks, because it’s not a joke.

Compromised Omniscience

Evolution means

only

evolution of consciousness.

The tools consciousness creates, discovers,

constructs, figures out and uses are only

training wheels to the end of evolution…

the same goes for mental belief systems,

philosophies, science, astronomy,

all cryptically looking for the same thing.

Only the Buddhists self evolved the 

consciousness, along with some Hindu

yogis. But hardly anyone in the West

heard of such a thing until, what, the 

British invaded India? Don’t know,

But the West, after 100 years of 

Buddhism in America, only know

that Tiger Woods is a Buddhist,

and, of course, “Dharma And Greg”

Did you know Uma Thurman’s dad

is a scholar of Tibetan Buddhism? 

See?

But then, now, 8th graders can’t tell 

you where France is.

I’m not saying 

anyone 

needs to know that.

A Misunderstanding

 Unbeknownst to him, notwithstanding 

his panoramic awareness, he misapprehended

the golf ball approaching rapidly towards

his cranium…leading to a quick demise…in a

flash he was gone….Where? No one has been

able to figure that out.

“It took a Nipponized bit of the old Sixth Avenue

El to tell him”      eecummings

The abnormality was caused by

the Svengality of the Ashkenazic 

reality tunnel that had a hora for

everyone involved leading to

several marriages.

Perfect Poem

I’ll never write the perfect poem,

I’ve never ever tried.

“The eccentric is the basis of design” (WS)

and I’m eccentric to say the least.

Who is trying to achieve perfection 

besides bowlers, Olympic gymnasts

and the like?

There’s so much more, to me, in achieving

right where I am, not distracted by

achievement, here, with all it’s off colored jokes,

warts and all, textures and flavors delicious

and questionable, irritating and worse…

to me, perfection is things as they are.

I’m not nit picky but I do insist on proper

punctuation.

HA!

Perpetual Motion Machine

 “To try to be happy is to try to build

a machine with no other specification

than that it shall run noiselessly.”

Robert  Oppenheimer 

Yes, there is entropy. Yet, all this energy

continuously arises eternally, it seems.

It’s just another concept trying to capture 

certainty, a misconception of the way.

things tend to be. 

Humans search for anything that will last

forever in their fearknowledge that knows

it’s never so, even though the tendency is

to hope, believe, rationalize, all the tools

the mind uses to make itself think it’s true.

“Everlasting life” is bandied about, an

oxymoron if there ever was one.

All of the crap that arose in Kant’s mind

didn’t help matters. The same could be

said for all of the philosophers…minds 

that thought they could think their way

out of the mess… like drunks arguing 

with police. “Any idea you promulgate

can and will be used against you in the

court of karmic consequence.”

Resistance to the truth is futile.

Singing To Myself

I’m sitting on my spot outside the cafe

singing a stupid made up song because

if I’m talking to myself it won’t be long

before they come and take me away.

So I sing my freedom song to sing, make

noise in my own special way, my way to be.

Can you blame me? This way they won’t 

come for me….at least, not today.

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Axiom (2012)

As the future increases in speed,

the past diminishes in memory.

Kusulu

Down to basic body necessity…

food, toilet, shower, (they didn’t 

have showers in India long ago),

sleep. Everything becomes less

my concern. Senses open, acting 

simply, fading into the landscape,

as much to prove as that flower

over there. 

Shallow Grave

The grave world we live in now is shallow.

No more Shakespeare and Company salons/

venues for artists to survive and flourish.

People come together for riots instead of

celebrations of life.

“The best lack all conviction, while the

worst are full of passionate intensity,.” Yeats

Can you dig you’re digging your own grave?

We all know that something is happening here,

but does anybody know what it is?

The landscape is polluted with smoke

and mirrors. Mara is having a field day.

“Enjoy your temporary pleasure.” as

Khyentse Rinpoche said.

“Hurry up please, it’s time.” Eliot

In The Slippy (2007)

Oh the Everest I climb with each emotion

Drinking in the sun and moon of each moment

Transfixed by the gaze of everlasting owl

Mesmerangued by whatever hypnopied me

Making sense doesn’t make sense to me.

I’ve found a rabbit hole; I’m going down

In the slippy, the deep down side,

Down to where ever never comes.

You don’t know what I’m saying

But you’ll see….the bizarre has

Become the common complacency.

In the slippy, the deep, dark side,

Going down, come along,

Come along for the ride.

Altered States

I grew up in an altered state,

a family of alcoholic schizophrenics,

a real Albee production,

so, my normal was not normal.

It was a blessing not to believe

in anything my parents said:

I never believed what anyone said;

I had to find the truth myself.

I sought the path of meditation 

to help me with my aberrations.

I was still nostalgic for my

childhood nightmare, so I drank 

and took drugs to keep my old

crazy going while it was being

dismantled. Eventually, meditation

caused my drinking to stop. Drugs

lost their appeal.

Fifty years to get back to being five,

when I was open and alive

and ready for life.

The pain is not even a memory 

now…just someone else’s story.

Addicted To Language

I wish I had something funny to say.

Ha ha! hee hee! could make someone’s day.

All I can do is rhyme in a silly way.

Believe it or not, this is called poetry.

It’s only me it’s not my mind 

that rhymes for no reason…

some pattern from there stuck

on rinse and repeat.

There’s no meaning to this writing.

It’s like all those words in our heads.

At the end of the poem, return to

what you were thinking, as if you

have a choice.

Acting

The good actor does not act, pretend, mimic, create

his character. The actor becomes the manifestation of

the character. You could say the character possesses 

the actor. A danger for actors is to not be able to get 

out of character. 

You can’t be a character in a play or movie and 

experience you ego at the same time. There’s no room

in your mind for that.  It’s like trying to walk and chew

gum with your mind at the same time. But, when

you are that character, there is a rush of creative high.

The great thing it shows is that what you think of

yourself is also made up.

We’re all acting, improvising our lines,

preparing to say what we need to say,

trembling with stage fright,

wondering how our reviews will be.

Our character is wearing a little thin,

beginning to show the emptiness within.

Today’s Words

It’s not as hot today.

The rain comes at the end of May.

Naked with a fan on me, I’m ok.

The weather here won’t hurt me.

Human society, on the other hand,

could take my life away. In history,

a lot of people didn’t make it out alive.

So much of it was just trying to survive.

Humans on the whole learning and evolving is new.

It’s only been happening for a millennium or two.

It’s dumb to be concerned with trivial pursuits 

when the wisdom that transcends confusion

has been and is readily available, but it may

well be we never heard of such a thing….

especially if we’re from Kansas.

“I met a lady in blue.”

 I met a lady in blue.

Her beauty was complete.

She might as well have been a dream,

a mirage,

a memory of what I thought I once had.

Whatever she is, the taste of her was sweet.

Just a glimpse of open heart goodness,

my native land,

my home.

Birthday Poem. for Keith Dowman

 What can you get for the man that has nothing?

We could glorify that nothing with many words…

it’s been done before many times,

but still,

all nothing does is

wink and stick out its tongue.

Response by Keith Dowman:

I know a nothing that is honest and true

clear and sure as the length of the day,

ever eager with a smile and a wanton kiss—

unfailingly feckless and improvident.

(feckless and improvident read like negative

qualities, but in the context of nothing, they

are seen as mere ornaments.)

Today’s Installment of Excelsior

 Smoking

I was sitting on the dock behind the kitchen

at the meditation center. I liked to smoke there.

Just then, Kobin Chino, Roshi walked past me.

He stopped, turned around, and came back. He 

stood next to me for a moment, then he asked me:

“Can I buy a cigarette?”

I said:”No, but you can have one,”

and I gave him one. He stood next to 

me where I was sitting for a sublime

moment. Then he walked away. 

It was like the words were part of

the silence.

The Joke’s On Us

Nobody wants to get the joke anymore,

like people took the serious pill. The

comics that toe the party line aren’t funny

(like all Socialist art it sucks)

The funny ones that mock hypocrisy and 

tell the truth are banned, had a “talk” with

someone and suddenly changed, or got

erased.

Social media is walking on scrambled eggs.

Don’t lose your humor!

The Truth Communicates Via Contrast 

The common saying:

“The situation is black and white.”

makes that clear.

That’s why the surrealists, expressionists,

(abstract or otherwise) were so color crazy.

They were depicting the contrasts of post

industrial society, like jazz and rock did in 

music,  like the Beats did with words. 

Black and white.

Day and night.

Wrong and right.

“Fear”  a painting by Yves Tanguy

Challenge

 If you start with the observation that life

is a challenge, where do you go from there?

 (I ask the muse…the muse responds)

Go to the labyrinth of the Universities to dig

deeply for the truth only to find the only reward

is tenure?

A simple child is found to be good at baseball.

His life becomes a series of home runs. The only

challenge is the end of his career, and inevitability 

of being nowhere.

The lone monk in a hut by a stream knows the

challenge is his own mind, to be liberated from

the challenge of the instinct for survival.

The challenge of life is unfulfillable if it needs

to be fulfilled.

That is why the monk is content with nothing

but the sound of the water.

Default Setting

 Our default setting is created by our upbringing 

mixed with the survival instinct. If there is no 

curiosity beyond our rote training, the default 

setting is how we live our lives until something

happens to derail us from that track. If our default 

setting is great ambition, that is pursued

notwithstanding the effects that ambition has on

others. The same is true as when our default 

setting is self destruction.

The alternative to the default setting is to develop 

the mind through meditation so that our reactions 

to events are not based on previous habits, but

rather on our natural intelligence that sees what’s 

happening now and acts appropriately.

Through no default of their own,

many Americans believed “authority figures”

because who knew they were lying?

Now we do, so we can say the default is on us.

Clear Condition

 We all know we have to fulfill it to win the game,

but, not knowing what the game is makes things difficult.

A lot of people think the clear condition is belief in God,

(some people would call that cheese).

Buddhism teaches its giving up attachment and craving.

Other people try to get it through attachment and craving.

One thing is clear: we’re not playing games.

More Of The Same

 Standing at a crossroads with only one way to go.

That’s what happens when you’re getting old.

The other paths have been traveled or blocked.

Now the karma of your life begins to take hold.

If you want to see the past, look at the present.

If you want to see the future, do the same.

What happened to you only matters because

it brought you here. The awards, victories you had

don’t mean much now, unless you’re living on accolades 

that are ultimately empty anyway.

Is there time left to finish what you want to do?

Do you still want to scale a height you haven’t seen?

Are you still looking, “out there” somewhere for truth?

Well, you don’t have to be quick to live here, but, it’s over.