Timing

It’s a little late to start toeing the line.

I always tried to avoid, go around the line,

an outlaw at heart.

The line was always too two dimensional,

still is.

I saw America going two dimensional, so

I went somewhere else.

This is painfully, obviously, more true today,

not like before,

when the alleys smelled of earth,

and the shops where we bought and sold

like the anthem of an age.

Brief Interlude

A delightful little moment between

crushing concomitants.

Whoever thought I would feel joy for

a second yes I do not having a memory

helps I can finally be one of the numbed dumb

more or less most that I see.

Ignorance is bliss, loosing longing in Lethe

is almost as good as enlightenment not really,

but, there you go.

I’m just writing the usual something about

nothing, my audience is space itself, what

you have between your ears whether you

know it or not. Not spaced out: spaced in

to right now, ordinary experience, where

Buddha found enlightenment.

Raising Lungta

Splash!

of joy, of goodness off the wall 

in front of me disbursing into shards

of light in every direction.

Imagination?

I’d say so if I was making it up.

I’m just reporting a quantum clear moment

apart from the momentum we call our lives.

Blink and you missed it

unidentified 

unappreciated 

not being able to even turn around

and see a sunset.

C’mon! Bunkey!

You can do better than that!

You ain’t seen nothing yet!

Turquoise Dragon

Turquoise truck like the one in Colorado 

we called the “Turquoise Dragon” thunders

by me on the street. The first good omen today.

Like a snow globe that’s been shaken,

things be happenin’.

What’s shakin’?

A new false flag?

Another war?

More corruption?

Oh joy!

Maybe the Martians will come to save us.

Maybe we are the Martians.

We do live in interesting times, and the

algorithm is reaching it’s conclusion,

the calendar of Maya illusion.

Still, the Turquoise Dragon thunders in the sky,

really, not a drone, a sign from on high.

A quantum memory from the Akashic record?

A time quake some might conjecture?

The Matrix seen through perhaps?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Wouldn’t it be lovely to sit on the banks

of a bubbling stream, the constant waters

caressing cares away?

“It would be lovely, to wave a cut lilly and

panic a Notary, or, finish a nun with a left

to the ear…

it would be lovely just to walk around with

my green switchblade handy, whooping it up

‘til I die of the shivers.” Pablo Neruda

War of the Words

The internet is a slurry of slurs,

A world of word wars, people 

that love their own voices, served

on a platform that encourages 

discursive mind, the bane of our

existences.

Sure, there are funny videos

of cats and dogs, the goofs of idiots

captured and recycled….videos of

accidents, tragedies, street fights,

whatever will capture the attention 

for a byte or two, a cacophony of chaos

where the occasional truth is swept 

under the tsunami of flotsam, wreckage 

of civilization.

Nothing civilized about it.

Luckily, it’s only words.

“Don’t let your insatiable appetite 

for bullshit run away with you!”

S.S.T.

Revelation

It’s all happening now, just not the way

you could have imagined…

there’s fire in the skies, chaos on the planet,

machinations becoming visible.

All religions predicted this time,

not that anybody’s ready.

Age of Aquarius? Kali Yuga?

Hard to say…the jury’s still out,

karma is still unfolding.

The world will never be the same.

History will seem like a fantasy we

we’re led to believe. We’ve been

fooled by the mirage of duality.

Don’t take it from me.

Read the Bible.

Read the prophets;

Nostradamus,

Baba Venga,

Edgar Cayce,

Bob Lazar,

and realize that everything 

you thought you knew is wrong.

Taking Stock

I gave my whole life to Buddhism,

not that my life was worth much,

but there’s that.

Better, I think, than having lived life

without a clue, if you know what I mean.

I live in a paradise, which is always uncertain,

even more for me, given my undisclosed 

circumstances.

So, I’m forced to live each day as if it was 

the last. There’s a parable in there somewhere.

Many to thank and no one to blame, even myself.

An epitaph on a tombstone I liked:

He tried.