Tuesday, April 23, 2019

He Knew How

He knew how to get around…
he knew how to stare them down…
he knew how to have some fun…
he knew how to jump the gun.

He knew how to snort cocaine…
he knew how to
he knew how to
he knew how to.

He knew how to fly in space…
he could save the human race.

He could explain
how life began,
the history of man,
the shape of the universe 
our place,
and he never forgot a face.

No matter how much 
he knew to do, 
he never quite knew why.










Sunday, April 21, 2019

Medellin #5

New, strange, rearranged,
like an Escher etching, when
I walk away from the apartment,
it feels like I’m going back to
where I’m coming from…
my body mind hasn’t yet grokked
the filigree of curving streets
carved there long ago by some
riverbed. horse path, hunting trail,
not straight and geometric like USA,
a nation spanning a continent
in a hundred hears.

No, this place is long inhabited…
you can feel why there are people here
in the atmosphere, the way the women
move that way
that say:
this is the time,
this is the place,
like it or not.
“The life you ordered has arrived”**

** (stolen from Barbara Meier)



Saturday, April 20, 2019

"Nothing fucks you harder than time." (Game Of Thrones)

Nothing fucks you harder than time,
but the real fucker  is  
passionate mind.

Young and in love
old and in lust
it’s that time…
some time on our side
sometimes not.

Time is the fourth dimension…
we can feel it, Dave…
we’ll never forget
the first time…
the Three D. of it.

Trying to capture time
in words or pictures
is like trying to make love
if you’re a eunuch.

We all were fucked into time.
Getting born was a hell of a ride.
The second we’re born,
death is inevitable
fucked by time.

Life’s a bitch.
Time the executioner.


Friday, April 19, 2019

Medellin #4

Marijuana plants growing
in front of the barber shop…
cut my beard and hair…
new place
new face
starting out from there.

Two weeks, still alive, 
breathing normally,

__________________

Lazy day, nothing to get done,
first one!
A few important victories
remain to be won.

The rains just come…
they just appear;
no systems here,
if you call that a pattern.

Taj Mahal blues in my new ears…
the problems. seem to solve themselves
because the whole thing is magic,
don’t you know?

If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be writing
like this, now.








Monday, April 8, 2019

I'll Have The Usual

“I’ll have the usual…
a ham on rye with a cup of java…
a war to end all wars…
a woman who says she loves me,
takes everything I own.

You know, the list, the usual
things I do 
so my life can be happy
like a machine that runs noiselessly.

I’ll have the usual ups and downs,
changes of moods, elations, 
doubts and insecurities.
I sometimes wonder 
if it could be different.

I’ll have the usual
birth, old age, sickness and. death…
hold the emotions.”

Sunday, April 7, 2019

I'll Die For You

Let me show you what it is to die.
It might come in handy someday.

Let me show you what it is to die.
As part of life, it can be beautiful…
dying doesn’t mean you’re dead…
as part of life, we can’t live without it.

Let me show you what it is to die…
to be looking out the window at the sky
to loose everything you have and cry…
to be reborn far from home…
the package didn’t come…
she’ll never call again…
the song is done.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Medellin #3

Thinking of Michael White and Hegel….
“How can you be in two places at once
when you’re not anywhere at all?”
But, let’s not talk about that now.

Auspiciousness unfolds suspiciously
because
whatever did I do to deserve this?

There must be some mistake, like,
someone switched lives with me, and,
I got the good one.

My obsession with the world tamasha
seems irrelevant in this open secret of
genuineness that permeates
the atmosphere, not necessary to find
a cause.

Looks like goodness exists, 
and I found some.






Thursday, April 4, 2019

Medellin #2

April 4, Parinirvana of Trungpa, Rinpoche.
Hope and fear came and went.
Back to square one, burning man mind,
beginners mind, two dead/born men walking.
Everyone we met were patient and delightful.
It felt like a city peopled with angels.
We went home and saw the clouds gathering.
The rain began as we started to practice.




Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Medellin 1

At The Airport
Got here 
too early
hours to kill
two Valium
all pleasant.

First night

I can’t tell you details
but it was so fun
twinkling cityscape
twinkling possibilities
as the sun rises
cloudy skys
shrouded mountains
above buildings
I may not get to sleep
all day. 

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Yoyo Paradigm

Cyclical existence
over lifetimes...
you have to keep doing it
'til you get it right.

When you succeed, you find
the whole thing is a waste of time.

Just sitting there...so what?
And yet, that's how you find out
that the play's the thing,
the phenomenal play,
in which the truth is revealed.

You're not going to find out anything
running from library to library...you'll find
you "just numbly don't get there".

Getting to the moon means nothing
if you don't know what life is for.

Everything that can be known
has been known already....
many paths to truth have been 
followed to the end.

Find yours.


Thursday, March 28, 2019

Dance Of The Benevolent Executioner

dance of the inhabitants of the eternal
bus station high on LSD…
dance of the exquisite corpse …
dance of muscular ephemeral posers…
dance of lost memories…
dance of momentary perfection…
dance of perpetual universal 
clockwork chaos…
dance of razor’s edge awareness
in intimacy of connection…
dance of no sleep working it out
in the middle the night…
dance of existence a bird on a wire…
dance of hearts in anticipation…
dance of phenomenon our consort…
the play the thing in which
the truth is revealed. 






Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Indigo Papastrami

Turned the corner from the alley
to the busy city street…
put his clothes in the dryer at the 
laundromat, a fat woman in curlers
with a drooping cigarette 
giving him the eye…
shrouded in mist 
entered the cemetery
listening to the rain patter
on his fedora…
packed his suitcase…
left his gun in the hotel nightstand
drawer, on top of the Gideon Bible…
remembered that sunny afternoon
in the glade with the girl and the stuff
and the music and the colors…
his life flashed in front of him
like an old new car commercial.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Top Of The Rollercoaster

Looking down…..way down…
tipping point before free fall…
calm before the storm…
“Oh oh…” before the fight starts…
birth of a child as life begins.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Bardo

Transition state…
neither here nor there…

Gagaku on a hot, dry afternoon…
sacredness of Imperial space…
royal incense cloud of mystery
transcending human foible…
blade of precise now reality…
here or garden in Kyoto same…
blood on chrysanthemum petals…
maple leaves set trees red, ablaze…
tea cup overturned in final gesture.

The greatest switcheroo is this moment
of nowness
the only time
everything changes
just like that.






Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Current Events #2

slipping between slime covered rocks
same as
slipping from Tepoztlan to Medellin
can’t fight the slip stream why bother
intuition keeps from drowning situational
awareness vipashana burning man mind
it all depends on how you look at it
everything starts in the middle clear slow
motion when you’re cornered or going
over rocks.

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Day Tripper #8

Inward bound is outward journey
If you’re high, it ain’t broke,
so, don’t try to fix it.

You can’t create 
if you’re trying to create.

Where do these thoughts come from?
We all wish we knew.

“Sitting around chanting, what crap!
Go out, get laid! That’s wisdom!”  Ikkyu

I can’t make a poem happen…
I just cry out, and get out of the way.

I just write the poem ’til it ends, 
and cut it off, like taffy.

You think I’m crazy….
I think I’d be crazy not to be.

Leaving Home

Leaving home, again,
(how many times this life?)
to be reborn in Medellin.
Buddha said you can’t begin
the spiritual path until you first
“leave home’, meaning, leaving
the nest where neuroses breeds.

Everything new is an adventure,
but, enough of it, and even
adventure becomes familiar…
a good path to overcome fear.

Friends and lovers along the way…
lost many, but, only the weak ones.
I take the good bits with me in my heart…
the rest of it can stay.

Leaving home, leaving imagined territory,
leaving extra baggage, leaving useless 
accoutrements, leaving warn out schemes,
leaving hesitation, leaving hope of survival.

Oh, that magic feeling: nowhere to go!
Oh, that magic feeling: nowhere else to be
except on the path; whether the path moves
or stays in place, still ongoing!
Oh! How fortunate to be able to leave when 
the time is right, to know the time is right, 
to trust the muse of life; intuition…that part 
of us that knows right from wrong; in spite
of rational mind that thinks it knows and
thinks it doesn’t know. 

“Making future plans is like closing your eyes
on the edge of a cliff.” Paltrul Rinpoche