30.9.06

If the world we are supposed to accept is false and nothing is true
then everything is possible on the way to discovering what we love
we will find what we hate is everything that blocks our path
what we desire will never be comfortable
for those who seek what is not on the market
a systematic questioning of the idea of happiness
we will cut the vocal chords of every empowered speaker
we will yank the social symbols through the looking glass
we will devalue societies currency to confront the familiar
society is a fraud so complete and venal that it demands to be destroyed
beyond the power of money to recall its existence
where there is fire we will carry gasoline
to interrupt the continuum of every day experience
and all the normal expectations that go with it
to live as if something actually depended on ones actions
to rapture the spell of idiology of the commodified consumer society
so that our repressed desires of a more authentic nature can come forward
to demonstrate the contrast between what life presently is and what it could be
to immerse ourselves in the oblivion of action
to know were making it happen
it will be an intensity never before known in this every day life
to exchange love and hate life and death terror and redemption repulsions and attractions
an affirmation of freedom so reckless and unqualified that it amounts to a total denial of any kind of restraint or limitation

29.9.06

Love is a verb here in my room.

28.9.06

Je me demande parfois si c'est vraiment vrai un mot volant de çà et là de soleil ni d'étoiles pour me donner
la faim en haut et en bas il va a étouffé le rouleau du tambour triste a battu fera vous miroite sur la mer ?
l'aube était verte pomme douce comme le lit dans la terre cher un je sais que vous allez dire que les ombres
de nuit tombaient rapidement quand mer-remonte ont transpercé nos solitudes une histoire très remarquable ceci
est augmenté et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur la rivière me donne la faim j'ai vu avec ouvre des yeux
tout dans et tout sans a formé de beauté seul

27.9.06

Honey, you arent a soulmate waiting to happen. You're love waiting to happen. So go, kiss your lover like a run-on sentence. and I promise not to interrupt becoming a dream whispering throughout your mind. Because love is nothing but a grass lined path. through a forest that leads to a city that leads to the ocean that leads past smiling criminals on death row and homosexuals being beaten with crowbars and a man wearing a sequined dress in front of crowd waving bottles of ale...and past the sad empty eyesockets of someones arms shot up by heroin. Because, that could be you darling, That could be you inside of that syringe...being a mans addiction, being the cause of a mans shaking arms reading a porno at the far end of the PCH.

Saboda hold my heart and I can repeat good morning to anyone as used up as me. You saw me without judgement, with something all-shaking as Love, which everyone has been acting like they are afraid of using. Yet its really quite easy to be wrapped up in white and its really quite easy to manufacture your own feathered wings and its really quite easy to strap anyone you want in an electric chair. But honey, I would never do that to you, so why are you doing that to everyone else? You are no better...you know it wont go nowhere. And I want you to know your lack of destination is like a broken steering wheel but there is noone else on the road.

Thank you for allowing me to call you honey. Noone wants to attract bees to themselves anymore. because it is so hard. It is so hard to admit your wrong and that you have forgotten your beekeeper suit and you are waving streaming your arms crying for help.

I think now this man they call God...is a tiny figure in a calender holding an umbrella on the pavement and shouting "October!"

25.9.06

very well, you liberals
when i go back to earth
and i have flung my soul into your eyes
eighty years have passed

i had a dream and i awoke with it
a smile has come to be
tripping up, falling down
backwards turn backwards

i love my hour of wind and light
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
ils me demandent où j'ai été
une histoire très remarquable ceci est
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
je sais pas où
apportez-moi vous la chanson douce
To act with awareness is freedom and to act without awareness is bondage.
The difference between freedom and bondage is awareness. Self-awareness is true awareness with reference to which the thought projected world is seen as a myth-as just a narration of an imaginative mind.

"Tell me," demanded the king, turning to his bewildered minister, waking up from an afternoon siesta. "Just a while ago I was a butterfly. Now, on waking up, I find myself to be a king. Which of these two experiences is the truth?"
The minister replied:
"Your Highness, doubtless, you are king - not a butterfly."
The king was not convinced. He said:
"O minister, how do you know? It might be that I am the king in the butterfly's dream!"
Viewed from the distance of the moon, the astonishing thing about the earth, catching the breath, is that it is alive. The photographs show the dry, pounded surface of the moon in the foreground, dry as an old bone. Aloft, floating free beneath the moist, gleaming, membrane of bright blue sky, is the rising earth, the only exuberant thing in this part of the cosmos. If you could look long enough, you would see the swirling of the great drifts of white cloud, covering and uncovering the half-hidden masses of land. If you had been looking for a very long, geologic time, you could have seen the continents themselves in motion, drifting apart on their crustal plates, held afloat by the fire beneath. It has the organized, self-contained look of a live creature, full of information, marvelously skilled in handling the sun.

I have been trying to think of the earth as a kind of organism,
but it is a no go...
it is most like a single cell.

22.9.06

Being a human, you’re required to be in unison: upright

But us - we're known for moving along


19.9.06

A gateway, an opening, a portal from one understanding to another. A clue to the meaning is found in the meditation
"I am, by thinly veiled design, the threshold to other dimensions. In my ending is my beginning. The initatory gateway awaits."
This is the seventh or last archetype in the cycle of development of primary beings. It represents the power found in completion. Seen as a closure, which is really an opening to another level of being.
and if she did remember...what would she feel?

17.9.06

maybe freedom really peaks
through the forests light
as
i have been granted
the universe - a piece of all there is

--


swimming cloudburst floating towards the coral
under a gift global enough to satisfy
Ear-th-be-sha-manik-C Cop-y-i-t
glowing attempting vision
of what the other side...like
was like - slashing beating expanding sounds
dropped aloud-its painful when I can not say my ships relate map a-round-a blue grey wicked----sadats skin sandya oh second sabbath sermon---- flotter le long de la rivière rêvant de se tenir comment hors des heures nouvelle peau----select proof of something never believed. 

16.9.06

I wait in blacklight for another waistline dedication
a backlit form to fornicate reflection behind
There is an obvious fear in my direction, this tactless stare
and my where-abouts still unknown to network news
Im still in that phosphorus disco ball
My love is pouring over fumbling coffee pots with yellowed fingertips
over real life conversations-like the deep end of the bathtub
where i can wait to hear some wisdom
Thats because-we're still waiting
We're still hanging on to that last word
lingering like the exclaimation of another lifeless being often does
But I drowned those differences in bathwater darling
to overcome compassion-with you.

And let me admit
I cant call it enough
Your form backlit
is a dream tithed
to strangers
in Mercutian form.
I want you to miss the lock
with your key repeatedly,
so i can open the door to a graph
of your entrance.
I want you to keep your old bicycle gears
in the attic, so that
when the lights go out,
they cast shadowpuppets like large cities,
for me to ride the streets.

I'd like you around, to round me.

14.9.06

coffee cream and sugar cubes
came dancing through my door
tempting me to maybe awake
and even ask for more

13.9.06

The story of civilization may sometimes be conveniently summarized as the story of man's unabating search for more and more sources of power. Almost every major movement in the history of human progress was brought about by the unlocking of some mighty source of power in nature.

The power of the wind, the power of water in motion, the power locked up in coal and in oil, steam power, magnetic power, electric power, and now, atomic power--man has tapped them all and harnessed them to the service of his needs and his desires. He has learned, in fact, to use even the mysterious power of thought, as shown by its increasing employment in war and peace.

There is one power, however, which people, in general, have not learned to use at all, or have refused, somehow, to use, in solving their individual as well as collective problems. This is the power of love. Either they have no faith in it, or they do not know how to use it effectively. One reason, probably, is that most people usually identify love with sex. As a consequence of this wrong attitude, they lose contact with its higher dimensions and superior possibilities, and thus find themselves unable to release its hidden and inexhaustible stores of energy. These people do not know that sex is but one of the many possible expressions of love, and that love has powers more abundant, more profound, and more significant than the power of procreation or the propagation of the species.

* * * * *

When Jesus told his disciples to love their enemies, he was not giving them, as some of us might suppose, a piece of stupid, even impossible, advice. On the contrary, he was telling them to use the greatest, most irresistible, power in the universe - the power of love. He did not advocate the use of any kind of physical or material force. He very clearly advocated the use of the spiritual force of love. He knew very well that most men would counter hate with hate. That is the ordinary way. That is the human way. In advising the employment of love against hate, however, he underscored a new technique. This new technique would seek to tap for man's use an inexhaustible source of power--the heart of God himself. This extraordinary way would release from the depths of human personality, where God is, the power of love for use in the solution of human problems. This is not the ordinary human way. This is the divine way. It is the way God would solve a problem. In effect, Jesus told his disciples to be divine, to cease to be merely human, to become the sons of God that they really are by behaving like sons of God, and to solve their problems in the only way God would solve his problems, and that is, by the exercise of the power of love.

Some of us might think that loving our enemies is just some kind of moral strategy. The truth, however, is that it is not just a bit of moralism. In fact, it is technology of the highest order. It is spiritual technology. It is human engineering at its best.

Many people think that love is just a sentiment good for poetry or for novels. How easy it is to forget that love is a law as inescapable in the world of human relations as gravitation is in the world of physical objects. But it is precisely just that - an inexorable law of thought and emotion the violation of which can bring about broken hearts and broken lives just as the violation of the law of gravitation can bring about broken arms and broken legs. Being a law, its operation involves energy transformation. The energy of love is the most unique kind of energy in the universe. It is creative, it is intelligent, and it is wise. Its transformations are the very expression of the Divine Mind itself. It fills the entire universe, but its mightiest seat of operation is in the heart of man. Every object in nature manifests, but man and man alone can manipulate it by the use of his mind and thus demonstrate the workings of God's mind. This energy of love, this power of love, which is the very energy of creation itself, is the technique which Jesus advised his disciples to use when he told them to "Love your enemies."

It is not quite correct to say that the technique of "Love your enemies" is a new one. It appears new only to those who have been accustomed to the more common technique of "Hate your enemies." In fact, it is a very ancient technique among those who have discovered that God is love, as the fourth gospel very clearly states.

All the great teachers of humanity from the earliest times taught it and demonstrated it in their lives. Buddha, Mahavira, Lao Tzu, Confucius, Zoroaster, Nanak, Mohammed, St. Paul--to mention only a few--all declared in varying ways that love is the law as well as the fulfilling of the law and that without it no peace, no happiness, no perfection is possible.

It is pretty obvious, however, that very few people, despite the weight of Christ's authority behind it, believe in the technique of "Love your enemies." Most of us think it too much to expect of mere man. But that is just the point. Christ did not for one moment assume that we are just mere men. He said very strongly that we have the power to become sons of God, if only we had faith, faith in him and in the power of love he demonstrated. A little thought is sufficient to convince us that it is the power of love which enables man to rise above his human limitations and perform superhuman feats, whether it be the love of truth which impels scientists to never-ceasing research, or the energy of passion which creates literature or music, or erects a Taj Majal.

Love has many powers. Let us begin with the more obvious ones.

* * * * *

Love has the power to create happiness. This fact is so common an experience to most people that it is not even necessary to mention it. And if the happiness it creates is sometimes short-lived, the reason probably is that the love that creates it is still imperfect.

It is trite to say that the scarcity of happiness among many people is due to the corresponding scarcity of love among them. It is also commonplace to say that the unhappy man is almost invariably also an unloving man.

Yes, these ideas are so elementary that we probably tire of hearing them. But the fact is that we seem to have such a facility to ignore them, or to forget them.

We forget that selfishness is almost always at the root of all unhappiness and that love, unselfish love, is the basis of all happiness. The man who says, "I am unhappy," actually proclaims to the world what he would be ashamed to admit openly, namely, that he is selfish. To be happy it is necessary to love, and to love truly it is necessary to be completely unselfish. Only the unselfish heart is capable of love and only the loving heart is capable of happiness.

There is a great law of happiness which, to my mind, should rank in importance with any other great discovery in science. It is the law which says: No man is capable of happiness who is incapable of loving one other person than himself.

I call this the Minimum Happiness Law.

* * * * *

One power of love which makes it most unique is its power to create goodness, or at least to awaken it. Love is the basic goodness, and if it be true that love alone can awaken love, then it follows that love alone can awaken goodness. It is a fact in psychology that a child raised in an atmosphere of hate generally becomes cruel. A cruel man is very often an unloved man who, almost surely, was once an unloved child.

It is true that goodness cannot be imposed from without, that it must be a growth from within. Nevertheless, this inward growth cannot even start without the stimulating touch of love. Theoretically, a child raised among wolves would probably grow to howl like a wolf. Love is the power which makes a child grow into a human being. It is the humanizing force in the human family.

Goodness may awaken love, but it may also awaken envy or resentment or even positive hate. We may love a man because he is good, but we may also learn to dislike him because he presents a contrast to our badness. Love, however, can never fail to awaken goodness, sooner or later. The reason is that love is more basic than goodness. We do not say that God is loving because he is good; rather we say God is good because he is full of love. Even a hardened criminal may become good, if he should fall in love; and the love that awakens within him can become his resurrection.

* * * * *

When Romeo saw Juliet on the balcony, he was so taken by her beauty he exclaimed, "That is the dawn and Juliet is the sun." How beautiful Juliet was to Romeo, even if she might have looked unlovely to his family. How handsome Romeo was to Juliet, even if he might have seemed unattractive to her family.

George Santayana once said that beauty is simply pleasure or happiness objectified. If this be true, then beauty is a creation of love, because happiness is created by love. But whether true or false, one thing love can do: it can irradiate the face of a lover with beauty and attractiveness.

Perhaps, it is just some kind of magic. But the fact is that the magic is there, the magic of love. And if this magic can be lasting, then beauty can be everlasting. Never, never will beauty pass away, as long as there is love.

Perhaps, when in love, one sees not the body but the soul. Perhaps love is clairvoyant and can penetrate the veil of flesh and see the radiant spirit within. Perhaps old age and ugliness are the illusion, and youth and beauty are the reality which, however, we cannot see, as long as we are not in love, or have ceased to love. Love, then, is the vision of the eternal, the experience of the never-dying, the never-ending.

Perhaps we were not born to grow old and die. Perhaps we were born to be always young and to live forever. But somehow we have forgotten the wisdom of love, we have lost the power of love. So now, for lack of love, we must grow old and we must die. But not quite, no, not quite, because, somehow, however so small and however so transient, we are able to experience the wonder of love. Somehow, sometimes we are able to lift the veil of time and behold ourselves as we really are in eternity, as gods because we are all children of God, when we fall in love. Blessed, blessed experience. Then we cease to be merely human. We become citizens of God's everlasting kingdom. We stand forth as divine beings. Then we wield the mighty power of love, and we become young again and beautiful again and everlasting again.

If we could only be in love every minute of our lives. If we could only be completely without hate, without anger, without rancor, without malice, without vengeance, without fear, without worry, without envy, without lie, without delusion, without cruelty, without greed, without selfishness, without any negative thought or emotion whatever; then, I am sure, we would have no sickness, no old age, no death.

This should not be looked at as a startling formula of youth and immortality. In fact, it is commonplace among the declarations of the spiritual teachers of mankind. Buddha promised Nirvana to anyone who could abolish the fires of hate, lust, and greed. Christ promised the kingdom of heaven to anyone who could be completely full of love for mankind. Modern science itself, particularly in the field of psycho-somatic studies, is not without indications that sickness, old age, and a shortened life are consequences of unwise thoughts and unwise emotions. Especially are the orientations of selfishness and hate emphasized as the principal causes of many psycho-somatic ailments.

No doubt, someday, science will be able to show that love is indeed the elixir of youth and immortality.

* * * * *

There is no way of explaining just now in terms of the concepts of official psychology the various powers of love which Eastern psychology recognizes.

Love, according to the sages of the East, has the power to confer wisdom. The Bible declares this when it says that love is the wisdom of God. This is called Prajna, or the power of direct cognition of anything.

Love confers the power to ascertain or discern the purposes of things, even the purpose of the whole universe itself. This is called Dhi.

Love has the power to transform anything into the nature of the divine, the power to make things holy. This is called Medha, or sacrifice.

Love has the power of unification, of merging the individual into the universal. This is called Shemushi.

Love has the power of inspired speech, the power to build words. This is called Dishana.

Love confers spiritual birth, the birth into the kingdom of heaven. This is called Manisha.

Love gives the power of faith. This is called Mati.

Love confers the power of eternal memory which is the basis of empiric consciousness. This is called Smriti.

These are the eight powers of love which the Eastern sages prefer to call Buddhi, or Love-Wisdom.

* * * * *

One more word of advice, and it is very important. Many and wondrous are the powers of love. It creates happiness. It awakens goodness. It generates wisdom. It conserves health. It prolongs youth. It creates beauty. It induces long life. It confers heaven. It does many things which are pleasant and desirable.

But be careful, be very, very careful. Love without selfishness, love without thought of self. Love not for the things love can give, even heaven itself. Love only for love's own sake.

Otherwise, even the things love can give may disappear like smoke in the air.

12.9.06

this would be my seventh-my lack of balance-causing such a deliberate disobediance...enthralled to back-slide by faul, exorbitant coitus-upheld by me-on my own accord

my body
is a
temple
just put your...hands
on my
belly

above that which it stands
the floor or the ground
upward from a suface
to which entity rises
raised to a red heat
transformed into tangles
suspended before a fireplace

this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead
Earthquake Survivor-
smoking-youngsters-
swearing-tea-
spitonyourhands
and you can splinter every tree

chasing popsicles
stones a current throw though
your crown cause today
my dustings be mused
-maybe-
between being too embedded
static pages of deadspeak

anyways

Im sound, like Oak.
Try to uproot me.

3.9.06

dance between Grace and Fire

thats the secret!
its out.
on the table!
alive.
aware!
believed.

now all i have to do is...remember