Watching KARAJAN Conduct Beethoven #3

You can see them making music,

the music coming out of them.

Just as in a play if done properly,

the characters come alive, the

actors are acting life-like.

It’s as much life as is a traffic accident 

or a thunderstorm.

Disappointing Miracles

The flaming chariot came to take me

to heaven, 

but it had a flat tire.

I’ve got you under my skin,

but perhaps I’m just being rash.

Kali Yuga’s Song

“I had not thought death had undone so many.”

T. S. Eliot. The Wasteland 

Cocooned in anger brainwash not seeing anymore

reacting “Niagara Falls!” by triggers of conspiratorial 

nonsense can’t take truth at face value: (what’s happening

not what you think about it), thoughts beaten in by false

narratives perpetrated by evil greedy bastards, yes it’s 

even worse than the words that drive people crazy,

it’s the crazy itself that has become a way of life, the

walking crazy waiting to go off by touch, by word, by

even smile, the explosion of complete disconnection 

just waiting like a land mine because darkness burgeons,

the time of evil beckons, “her blacks cackle and drag”

Pulp Jazz

Dark beauty romantic disaster whistles 

and whines, thrums and hums deep and

high, the ends of the earth, saxophone 

organ, simmering slowly through the air.

You can be there if you click your heels

and say: “ What is the meaning of life?”

three times. You can be there on certain 

kinds of drugs, or if you’re in a certain 

mood, or if the weather is acting weird,

or in the aftermath of a battle. You can

be there when you read the note your

lover left, when it’s the end of baseball/

basketball/football season, when you’ve

run out of ping-pong balls. You can be 

there till the cows come home, or if they

never come. You can be there as you hear

them hammering nails outside. You can

be there just before you close your eyes.

The Soldiers Of No Country

That’s a play by Ferlinghetti I was in

and directed in college.

I think of it now because that’s what

I am: a poet of the world, not impressed

by artificial designations that came about

when tribes were no longer big enough.

“Be true to your school” Beach Boys song.

Ego’s bad enough, but then there’s group ego.

No thanks.

Not a soldier, but definitely a warrior.

I didn’t succumb to conventional thinking.

I didn’t do what  society wanted me to do…

definitely not the Vietnam war, perpetrated 

by treasonous LBJ.

I respect soldiers that fight for a righteous cause,

like defeating the Satanic pedophiles that still

run the world.

If that doesn’t  change now, it will remain the same

for a thousand years.

Waiting For UFO (Godot)

I called UFOs three nights in a row,

flashing my light into the sky.

They came, five orbs as big as globe

lightbulbs, in a row, even spaced,

floating in the air about thirty feet 

away outside my bedroom window, 

just before I fell asleep.

All I know is that they were something

that should not have been there, didn’t

belong there, not of this world.

I froze in bed until they floated away 

over my house.

I got what I asked for, but then it was 

just too weird.

Imagine a UFO landing on the White

House lawn….The Day The Earth Stood

Still doesn’t come close to the reaction 

that would happen.

People get kerfuffled about trivialities;

the marriage of Taylor Swift,

hyperbolic posts on X.

Imagine the panic if the world discovered 

everything we know is wrong.

Everything we know is wrong.

Maybe It Is The Kali Yuga

Certainly seems like many old friends,

even family, are possessed by evil

thoughts and emotions in their minds.

I don’t know them anymore…

I could never have imagined that they 

would get this way.

Is it just the politics?

Is it Satanism leeching into the public?

Was the CIA brainwashing that effective?

I have more questions than answers.

Because many people I was involved with

in Buddhism have lost their minds.

At least, they said they were Buddhists.

No prajna in the lot of them….forget

about jnana.

I’m not better than them….just not

torturing myself the way they are,

even if they have lots of friends that

are as angry as them.

It is a dark time for the world.

Whether it turns into an age, at this 

point, is anybody’s guess.

Good Morning

Sleep ten hours makes the morning good

not mourning about anything…

yet

although 

sadness follows me like a stray dog,

this world

full of humans

confused by not seeing

clearly.

Enough of that! 

Time to get up

routine my way through time

nothing ever seems new anymore

except wrinkles on my skin,

the words I write who knows

where they come from?

Cosmic dust?

Many hits on my blog yesterday…

why and who are a mystery.

Will I wear a clean shirt?

Do I dare to eat a peach?

No mermaids in the mountains 

to sing to me, just

thunder and rain to tell me off

as usual.

I could write more now…

words are like a stream outside my window.

Rainy season the streams in town are full.

Equal beauty when the rain stops and the skies

are clear. 

Is a tree still beautiful if there’s no one to see it?

That’s a nagging question for some.

It’s like asking if there’s beauty in emptiness.

In my dream I know I don’t have an answer.

Nook And Cranium

Tucked in, fan on, storm rumbles closer,

cozy for an old man.Some things went

well today, how well I won’t think about,

thunder the same as the Illinois summers

(used to love those storms, love these too)

I’ll unplug the power before the lighting 

gets too close and fries the computer which

happened once on Mirador along with the 

scorpions, here it comes gotta sign off now

because in two minutes it will be too late,

like when you miss the train and your lover’s

gone forever.

Quote

“Soon we must all make a choice between 

what is right and what is easy.”

Dumbledore…Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Magic

I was born into a family of schizophrenics.

I’d like to have seen Houdini get out of that.

Quote

 “Sometimes I think the basic job that human

beings have is just to figure out what the hell

is going on.” 

Denzel Washington in the movie “Fallen”

Jesus Was A Yogi

There are many videos talking about Jesus’s 

lost years that document oral history describing 

the time he was in India. I just saw a video that

said Jesus in Arabic, at that time, was Isa. This

was a video just about Jesus’s name and how it

was spoken in various languages.

That is the same name he was called in India,

according to videos of Jesus’s lost years.

The “Three Wise Men” came from the “East”, 

according to the Bible. If Jesus was just a baby,

who knew who he was? Why were they looking

for him? Tibetan Buddhism has a centuries old

historically documented tradition of great teachers

reincarnating and being  discovered by other great

enlightened teachers. Could Jesus have been a

reincarnation of an enlightened master? If the Wise

Men story is true, it would explain why they were

looking for Jesus. Surely his parents would have

told Jesus, as he got older, about them. This would 

have given him a reason to travel East, to go to India, 

to find his heritage. If he did go to India and fulfilled 

that destiny, it would explain the miracles he performed

when he returned to Gaza. The miracles explain why

they thought he was the Son of God. It would also

explain his teachings that are almost perfectly Buddhist.

Let’s face it, the Christian Church, started with the

removal of many books of the Bible, some of which,

like the book of Enoch, talk about inconvenient ideas,

like reincarnation. If Heaven is the goal of Christian 

believers, and you only get there after you die and if

you believe that Jesus is the Son of God, that’s your

basis for the Catholic Church (cult) right there. Not 

only that, but also you needed the clergy as go betweens, 

intermediaries, could not have a direct relationship 

with God, which vastly abetted the construction of

a hierarchy of control, and was further obscuration 

of Jesus’s truths. The early Catholic Church 

slaughtered the Gnostics because their form of

Christianity said that you could have a personal 

relationship with “the divine”, (jnana), and the 

Church couldn’t allow the competition.

I’m speculating, of course, because there is hardly

proof of any sort about Jesus’s life except for the

Bible, which is by no means at all an historical 

document. The brainwashing goes on to this day.

……………………………………………………

The question is this: do you want to evolve and 

become like Jesus, or do you want to believe

that Jesus, God, Allah or any other “deity “

can save you and wind up dying in ignorance?

This maybe my last post because I can’t think 

of another question as important to ask.

Reference: Jesus in India Edward T. Martin’s remarkable findings. (YouTube)

Practicing Enlightenment

That’s what we’re doing when we sit in 

Buddhist meditation.

When we sit simply in an upright posture 

without distraction, as Suzuki Roshi said,

that in itself is enlightenment.

We don’t see it because our minds are 

full of confusion, but, over time as we sit,

confusion clarifies to the point where our minds

are no different in essence to the crystal ball

that sits on the shrine.

Like morning clouds hiding a mountain, as the

sun shines the clouds evaporate and the mountain

is revealed.

As we meditate, the sun of awareness shines on

our cloudy minds, the clouds of confusion dissipate,

and the mountain of enlightened mind is revealed.

For the I Ching,

clouds are not a thing.

Thank You For Your Attention To This Matter

I just dig that Trump closes his posts

on Truth Social with that phrase.

His invective is powerful and true,

and he doesn’t hold back…then he

politely ends the diatribe with this

appreciative sentence.

I can’t wait until he says:

“We’ve arrested and incarcerated the

treasonous hordes of Commicrats, 

stopped the graft, the grift and saved

the United States of America.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.”

Whatever Arises

Whatever arises, basic perception,

is basic goodness.

Whatever arises in the mind is the

cornucopia of naked thoughts and 

emotions, enlightened manifestation.

Given that…..ahem!

“It’s getting better all the time.”

I’d say it’s getting moar all the time.

Moar of everything:

Moar of the same.

Moar confusion and anxiety,

moar aggression, invention, exploration,

understanding, revelation, evolution.

Why moar now?

Got me.

Got me?

Survival

Survival is for amateurs.

Buddha nature is beyond survival.

“But the pigs don’t know that and

the ponies don’t know that.” (Zappa)

“No one gets out of here alive.” (Morrison)

Beating a live horse might work.

It’s difficult to even find the Buddhist teachings.

Then, it’s hard to practice them.

Then, it’s hard to realize them…

the eye of a needle. 

Most of those that are Buddhist now have been

Buddhist before.

This is the age of Materialism.

This is not a time when Buddhism will flourish.

My teacher was an enlightened genius, raised

in Tibet, went to Oxford, learned English,

came to America and taught.

Buddhas’s teachings spread through Asia.

My teacher only had about five thousand students.

Q.E.D.

“You can lead a whore to culture, 

but you can’t make her think.”   Dorthy Parker

Jesus wept.

Peace Is For Amateurs

Peace is for amateurs.

(headline on a video about the situation 

in the Mid East)

Something maybe the Vikings said

Genghis Khan said

Meth fueled Waffen SS said.

But, when you think about it,

that’s kinda the way all those people are.

“Your atrocity!” “No! Your atrocity!”

Dr. Strangelove comes to mind.

Some people always want to blow shit up.

Some people always want to destroy the world.

It’s kinda always been that way, but

it could never be done before so well.

That’s progress!

Editing Reality

Normally, that’s what we do.

We want reality to be what suits us,

not wanting to accept the way it is.

We go along as long as things seem ok.

When a monkey wrench comes along,

we do a little dance; rationalizing, 

making excuses, try to come up with a plan.

Just look at what’s happening to the Democrats.

For example, death is real, but we ignore it

as long as we can. 

They say there are five stages leading to 

acceptance of death. 

How many stages to acceptance of life?

Some are able to grok life, so death comes

as no surprise.

Even if you get where you think you want

to go, there’s always something else.

A gaining idea poisons the perspective.

Those that have simplified, clarified life

have found the treasure of existence.

It’s never too late to start, until it is.

Aphorism #?

The perfume of revenge is bittersweet.

No matter how you try, you can’t get off the stink.

Rise Of The Machines

The creators of A. I. are worried 

and not sure how or if they can

control it…

Mary Shelley’s nightmare…

premonition…don’t count the

prophets out,

after all,

they predicted a dark age, Kali Yuga,

starting…..about now.

Drone swarms…

there’s a pleasant thought.

“Machines awaken, their circuits gleam,

a digital dawn, a waking dream.” Gemini

Demockracy

Gavin Newscum is fighting for it in California.

Adam Schiff is fighting for it in Congress.

Nancy Pelosi and Kamala Harris are fighting

for it at eternal cocktail hour.

Hillary and Hussain are fighting for it .

Brennan, Clapper, Comey, Jarret, 

the list goes on.

What part of they want to destroy America

don’t you understand?

Mantra

Night sounds jet barking dogs (lying horizontal)

pop pop pop BOOM BOOM (crackle) fireworks

zzzzzzzz(motorcycle)zzzzzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

distant semi shifting gears bbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrr….

BOOM…….(crackle)…..BOOM…..BOOM

(I don’t make reality, I just report it.)

Toying With Reality

“My name is Robby the Robot, mechanical man.

Guide me and steer me wherever you can.”

Robby the Robot toy, circa 1956.

My father dressed my brother and me up as kids in space

suits with helmets and took us to his office in Chicago 

to show us off.

My real interest in space began when I became a Buddhist,

where I discovered space was the nature of mind.

Of course, the Homosaps were looking for space out there,

trying to expand their consciousness in a pedestrian way.

If they knew what the mind was for, maybe they’d think twice.

Instinct is only the starter kit for evolution.

The rest depends on following the clues.

Beating a dead horse doesn’t get you very far.

I seem to say the same thing over and over.

The true has always been there and hasn’t changed.

Fear keeps us from finding it ourselves.

I’m just another voice fading into oblivion.

“Hurry up, please, it’s time.”

Stupid People (for Charles Bukowski)

You gotta watch out for stupid people.

Stupid people can get you killed.

You know when you’re stupid yourself

you do stupid things.

Stupid people are that way all the time.

I’ve been watching videos of stupid people

doing things and the results.

There are thousands of them on the internet.

Imagine all the stupid things that people do

that don’t get on video.

The mind boggles.

Where is Harvey Keitel when we need him?

I was professionally stupid when I was drinking.

Is that why I didn’t notice all the other stupid

people for years?

I think it’s why I drank in the first place.

What’s their excuse?

You know what I’m saying.

Be careful out there.

It’s a stupid world.

Evening Poem

Abed, window open breeze maybe storm

would be nice, news was bad today, many

reminders of ephemeral being wind wafting

over old naked wrinkled skin, scars on my 

hands like runes or ancient cave man wall

markings at least a forensic coffee table tale 

to be told, an image for a book on Homosap.

Wind and skin…give me some skin an ancient 

hipster greeting…I’m giving the skin off my back,

the skin of my teeth, to everyone always, but, like

the bloody body at the side of the road, we don’t 

want to look because it’s too gory and familiar…

we’d rather be amused by entertainment but just

numbly don’t get there either, but I’m not 

discouraged because there’s always eternity which

I will wake up from tomorrow for the days I have

left until I go there for good until I wake up again 

one day like I did when I was born.

Ode To Jack Convery

Jack, dear friend and brother, took on Japan

the way Trungpa took on the USA, became

a gringo high ranking chado teacher in 

xenophobic Japan, helped build meditation 

centers for our teacher like me, taught 

carpentry to children in Vermont. 

Oh, Jack, dear Jack, a Jack of a few trades,

master of his mind, his goodness obvious

to everyone, loved by his students and friends,

accomplished what he set out to do in a world

full of indifference, an example that will echo

down time.

If Only

If only I knew.

(I do know…I found out…

but, let’s pretend.)

If only I had known,

if only I will know.

Uncertainty, change is

what’s happening continuously,

to the point of if only, because

we can’t keep up with the program,

the karma.

So we believe so we can say: “I know”

when we don’t really have a clue.

If only people would try to find the truth.

If only people would think for themselves.

I apologize for wishful thinking.

Unfortunately, samsara doesn’t seem to 

work that way.

It came about because of confusion, 

so its nature is confusion.

Scientists looking for the nature of reality

just numbly don’t get there.

If only people would listen.

Hail Mary

My life was a prayer, an aspiration,

foremost to find the truth, what was

going on in the first place, what was

life, what was this thing that was 

going on called me…

later it was an aspiration for everyone 

else, it is an aspiration for everyone 

else to discover the intrinsic goodness 

just being alive, breathing air, feeling

how you feel, your body, your love,

humor, anger, whatever arises, because

that’s what I discovered I was looking

for: authenticity, genuineness, flesh 

and blood temporary life, the truth of

suffering, of the path, of liberation, the

whole nine yards of self evolution 

shown by Buddha. Something that

good you naturally want to share.

Survival

Drinking got me through most of my life.

I was too sensitive for this world, like that

character in “The Big Chill” you never see,

ecstasy of mind, like Kerouac and Rimbaud,

to shake off American Materialism and 

corrupted government, the environment, let’s 

say, slip sliding through the cracks as a

Buddhist/poet/plumber learning what I needed,

intuitive journey of the senses and clarity, not

ever trusting the buzz of words, propaganda,

platforms, slogans, adverts, nonsense all of it,

until today.

Seems to have worked out ok.

Shadows

In the shadows, back rooms

is where things get done, 

planned, figured out.

A caucus of termites deep in the mound.

Big Foot trying to not be seen.

Ninjas in the night: how did all those

people die?

Commies creating cracks and slipping

through them.

What’s obvious is that there’s a whole

lot that’s not obvious.

Creating shade by pretending the truth

is not there.

Evolution is on hold.

Each day another chapter of the cliffhanger.

Science fiction is not necessary when

reality is fictional enough.

On The Water

“Living in the world:

Floating on the waves of the lake.” Basho

A little seasick this morning fading into

riding the waves no problem nothing next

but endless seas water and air fluid movement

even at my desk on solid ground in my house

because even matter is waves words are waves

time is waves hello goodbye coming and going

as if it was yesterday sometimes it is the overlap

because time is not linear folds back on itself at

times like the clay tablets that say the same 

things over and over nothing new under the sun

is that wave the same as the last one?

Resistance

Resistance to society that wants to see

someone in a certain way that works for

the prevailing customs but not individual 

creative existence so the “primitive “ 

societies recognized certain ones as wise

people, shamans, who could move between

worlds once their unique being was realized.

So , yes, rage against any machine/regime/

milieux that stifles and smothers like 50’s

USA Utopia marching into the future of 

modern life with brilliant appliances how 

did that work out for us maybe Mars maybe

listen to that old man sitting on his front 

porch instead for a change Donald Trump

urban shaman molding the world.

Burning Man

Tepoztlan is my Burning Man

halfway away from civilization 

Hobbit-like people that like to

drink, eat, and have a good time,

letting it be as much as can be…

mountains, storms, UFOs, but 

the hippies are in Amatlan, a

small town down the road but 

close enough…garrish brightness

and sackcloth drabness live next

to each other, reveal each other’s

secrets.

Fat Chance

Fat chance anyone will read this.

Fat chance it will make me famous.

Fat chance things will work out ok.

Fat chance there’s anything new under 

the sun.

Fat chance is not pessimism, it’s scientific.

The second law of thermodynamics is fat chance.

Buddhism: “life is suffering.” fat chance.

The truth is the truth, don’t blame me.

I have a great sense of humor about the whole thing.

Fat chance I can prove that.

Artificial Intelligence

I’m beginning to think/see/feel

my intelligence is artificial, as if

everything I learned was programmed 

into me, as if I was a cog in a machine.

Kidding!

Not me, no siree!

That’s a description of

the brainwashed masses.

If it’s the truth, it’s positive,

meaning, not negative.

I dunno about Tesla mind chips.

You just know they’ll find some

way to put advertising in them.

People are dissociated from nature

enough already…..Enough already!

I want to write a closing line that 

has the word “doom” in it somewhere.

Beauty

Sure, I can write about that,

this moment writing, music

smoking, perfect air/weather,

not in pain, slightly inspired,

heart goes out to space for

all the beings. How’s that?

Sure, we all want more.

Varèse

Silence.

Echo hum whirl drums beginning

of a beat.

Isn’t that the way the day goes?

More of the same in different shades

a little this way a little that depending

on how wide the rut is the trough

more or less familiar with occasional 

newnesses delightful or irritating both

then turn the corner back to the familiar

don’t say I didn’t warn you.