Wednesday, October 1, 2008


close your eyes closer
i know you’re there i
can feel you now i
know why you're here i
know what you've been
doing why you hardly sleep,
why you live alone, and why
night after night, you sit by
or near knowing not what
now focus on your breath’s
risefall the diaphragm,
the tension held in fullness
at breath’s pinnacle through
the exhale heaves of release
now breathe in pure light
waiting for you can you take
it in can you feel it enliven
enmind and enwarm the veil
of the body and beneath?
Things a person does not understand they will understand in time from repeated listening or it’s a thing he never will understand. That’s the way it is. There are things in life we don’t understand but we go on anyway. Well…I, I dislike war, period. Therefore, as far as I’m concerned it should stop. It should stop. And any other war.

when you exhale expel
blacknesses from your body
until your lungs empty
a weak cough may come (eh-uh)
when you do this picture
smoke and soot leaving
as poisons, the dark silks
of a magician practicing
the craft of delusion, deceiving
you into keeping impurities
reifying rather than purifying
once you feel clearness of lung
and pureness of breath, continue
to breathe in light but now
exchange your light on the fall
of the exhale, projecting
it outward pebble ripples
As I look out upon the world and it’s always been a thing with me to feel that all men know the truth. See? And, um, so therefore, I’ve always felt that even though a man was not a Christian he still had to know the truth some way or another, or if he was a Christian he could know the truth. Or he could not. It’s according to the way he knew the truth, and the truth itself doesn’t have any name on it. I believe men are here to grow themselves into the full…into the best good they can be. At least, this is what I want to do. This is my belief that we are, that I’m supposed to grow to the best good that I can get to. As I’m going there becoming this and when I become if I ever become, this will just come out of the horn.

on still water a sci-fi space
explosion of energy halo atomic
radiation in the positive sense
light rays melting the net
of desires and cares that entangle
and enstumble our feets
Most meditations pose an impossible paradox. They force the individual to transcend his usual everyday way of perceiving, thinking about and relating to the world and himself in order to “solve” the paradox. Thus, as in the history of physics, a new way of being in, conceptualizing and relating to reality and himself is forced to emerge.
once you are settled & find
breathing pure light inside
out backward forward
radiating it outward focus
on others hold them as bubbleselves
within your Universal Mind
As Universal Mind it is pure, tranquil, unconditioned, in its true essential nature, but because of its relation to the lower minds it becomes the storage for their reactions and is defiled by them.
start the bubbles small, familiar
bluetransparent against an infinity of dark space
family, close friends and lovers
encircled by light you may
inhale, then give them your light
notice how their light bubbles
The human mind discriminates itself from things that appear to be outside itself without realizing that it has first created these very things within its own mind. This has been going on since beginningless time and the delusion has become firmly fixed within the mind, and even adheres to the things themselves.
or halos expand in the interstices
of their familiarity small light
bubbles of other beings-in-waiting
waiting beings for your radiated
light send pureness to them hold
as many beings in mind as you can
hold and grow these halos
via light givetake givetake givetake
the bubble halos grow and appear
to get nearer to surround you
you expect to be crowded
A blind man cannot see the sun and moon, but that is no reason why he should deny the existence of the sun and moon […] Since everything in this world is caused by the concurrence of causes and conditions there can be no fundamental distinction between things.

or crushed but the bubbleothers
instead buoy you up & up & up
flute notes and height ticklestomach
feather wooze seraphic light people
and not-people and beings in giving
up blacksootrot and smokish bads
in exchange for light you gain
what you cannot find embodied
in books in words in knowledge
or your own you find & find & have
but what you cannot say you sit
thus there’s the world’s delusion,
a ferocity of wrongfelt notes
Meditation is not a way to enlightenment, nor is it a method of achieving anything at all. It is peace and blessedness itself. It is the actualization of wisdom, the ultimate truth of oneness of all things.
the timbre of which does not manifest
intuitively throw away noises notes
words trade light trade expand
Whenever a mind is simple and receives a divine wisdom, old things pass away,—means, teachers, texts, temples fall; it lives now, and absorbs past and future into the present hour.

and upbuoy and buoy slowly open
your eyes from the pond from celestial
spaces but realize you never

petals on a wet black bough
leave lightbreather lifegiver
Little bird! O little bird! I wonder at what thou doest, thou singing merry far from me, I in sadness all alone! Little bird! O little bird! I wonder at how thou art thou high on the tips of branching boughs, I on the ground a-creeping! Little bird! O little bird! Thou art music far away, like the tender croon of the mother loved in the kindly sleep of death.

non-god buoy for which no
moorings or anchors
The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains
anymore anymore anymore anymore

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