Billions And Billions

How many billions of years

before this coffee house appeared?

I’ve waited for my coffee, but never this long.

A lady passed me with an ass 

that could stop a truck. How long have

I waited to see that? How long will it be

before I see my teacher again,

drunk Trungpa, with his crystal mind?

Not long at all, in fact, he’s with me now.

That happens when you make connection 

with the quantum maze. Few have that 

experience, that perception. Most wander

in Brownian motion, pinballing through 

life, in one direction. “Tilt”, and it begins

again, another quarter in the slot, 

another life. People don’t believe in

reincarnation, rainbow body, enlightened

mind, phenomena documented for

thousands of years. In the West, most

still have never even heard of those 

realities. They only believe in money,

pleasure, tangible substances, their

lovers’ skins. It’s a game of diminishing 

returns, like Patchinko. 

Maybe going to Mars is the brass ring

on the carousel. Fat chance. You see,

there are some things I don’t believe,

like Gods of any name, religions…

there are some mythstakes I don’t make.

Eternity is real, for sure, but it doesn’t 

happen all at once. It’s discontinuous,

like the uncertainty of our lives.

Humans arose because man eternally

arrives. Everything you can imagine

is happening right now somewhere.

There’s a universe in a drop of water,

Blake, or someone said. The microcosm

scaleable to the macrocosm. Each mind

is a universe unto itself, the same number

of possibilities. Even science, still primitive,

at least gets some things right. They still

seek ultimate reality by examining smaller

and smaller things…larger and larger things,

when everything is here, right under our noses,

but, who takes the time to examine that? 

Buddhists do, that’s all we do: Terminators

of all the myths until all that’s left is space.

“Spaces-Are-Us” is an empty store,

another Buddhist joke, that’s two.

I’ve got forever to become a comedian.