Gibran writes that "Wisdom stands on
the street corner and calls to us above
the multitude, but we deem her a thing
without worth and despise them that
follow her." Real and true freedom can
have a heavy price. Waking up is
nothing, living it free and undetected
in a world without vision, that is the
real challenge.
In The Dark
We can live in the dark
without a spark
And call this the light
We can live all our life
In obediance to ignorance
and call this divine
We can worship our own
intelligence and believe
that what we achieve
is worth the price
Who is at the helm?
We are a nation of fools
In a world spun out of control
In our bid for power
Without honor or humility
there is no impeccability
We neglect the totality
of the Self
This Burden
I did not ask for this burden
when one becomes two
In a moment
everything changes
that is when a teacher is needed
- chop wood carry water -
this is only the beginning
As the old Shaman will tell his
apprentice
'I am sorry that you have become
enlightened,
Now get back to work'
Waking up is nothing
living it free and undetected
in a world without vision
that is the challenge
How do you speak a laungage
that has no words?
~*~*~*~
Fear
All fear is death
make peace
the spirit
within
Ego
will not give up
the fight
step aside
one clear moment
there is no blame
plumb the depth
of your being
think outside
the box
let go
the identity
of opposites
Inside Out
If we are constant within change
like the Sun which remains
bright even in secret at night
not only upon it's rising
then contentment is supreme
without the weeds of desire
clogging the portal of awareness
Blind allegiance selfish and uncaring
will never rise up to the heights
Gradual development is the surest way
where as prompt delivery
gained in haste is soon wasted
If you know the firing process
for the gold elixer of illumination
then you have the quality of humilty
with great power in virtue
This is the Spirit of Tao
not detached but engaged on principle
The Mind of Tao
To active the Mind of Tao
dissolve the human Mind
Day by day
Mundane energy wanes
Gradually
Celestial Energy grows
Ture Mind
Building the foundation
There is White within Black
Male within Female
One must use the Bellows
Self-refinement
Requires the True Lead
The Four Signs combine
The Five Elements
Are One Energy
The Three Treasures
Return to One
At the Edge of the Universe
Yin and Yang Merge
Unified Energy
Absolutely Open Nothingness
The State before Birth
Clear and Free
Round and bright
Unfixed to Form or Void
The Gold Elixir Burns
With Illumination
At the Heart
Of Heaven and Earth
Outside
November 28, 2002
Stepping outside the picture
Running with the peaceful wild
Nature
The beauty of no structure
Is itself a way of knowing
Knowing that is not structured
As we know it
As we are in our conditioned Lives
Abandon
alone from the age of three
always as your Grandmother
had often said
'the odd man out'
you were the yongest of three
all alone
in the company of an alcoholic care taker
your father had been a drunk
that is why your mother left him
only to return to the intolerable
tyranny of a terriable home life
she had once escaped -
into marriage by the age of 15
my earliest memories
beyond that first cold night
that we came to live with my grandparents
apart from this dark silhouette
completely blocking the light in the doorway
I would never know my father
I never new the beatings
I was to young to remember
and now abandoned to the unspeakable
devices of the very life
my mother had hoped to escape
all those years before
no, my first memories
other than that of long days
alone down by the old long shed,
were of waiting all day
for the school bus to return home
to bring back my brother and sister
only to be abandoned once more
locked out of the house
until my mother came home
who might allow me into the house
no, my most vivid memory
is of running after the car
barefoot on a rough paved road
screaming to the top of my lungs
"Don't leave me, Don't leave me"
once more they were gone
Time Compressed
September 10, 2002
The compression of time
As life goes by
Songs pass more quickly
To the end
Moments no longer linger
On winds of change
Changes come and are gone
We are the same you and I
Some moments are timeless
These are those that we are
When I think of You
These things are true
Time Stands Still
the street corner and calls to us above
the multitude, but we deem her a thing
without worth and despise them that
follow her." Real and true freedom can
have a heavy price. Waking up is
nothing, living it free and undetected
in a world without vision, that is the
real challenge.
In The Dark
We can live in the dark
without a spark
And call this the light
We can live all our life
In obediance to ignorance
and call this divine
We can worship our own
intelligence and believe
that what we achieve
is worth the price
Who is at the helm?
We are a nation of fools
In a world spun out of control
In our bid for power
Without honor or humility
there is no impeccability
We neglect the totality
of the Self
This Burden
I did not ask for this burden
when one becomes two
In a moment
everything changes
that is when a teacher is needed
- chop wood carry water -
this is only the beginning
As the old Shaman will tell his
apprentice
'I am sorry that you have become
enlightened,
Now get back to work'
Waking up is nothing
living it free and undetected
in a world without vision
that is the challenge
How do you speak a laungage
that has no words?
~*~*~*~
Fear
All fear is death
make peace
the spirit
within
Ego
will not give up
the fight
step aside
one clear moment
there is no blame
plumb the depth
of your being
think outside
the box
let go
the identity
of opposites
Inside Out
If we are constant within change
like the Sun which remains
bright even in secret at night
not only upon it's rising
then contentment is supreme
without the weeds of desire
clogging the portal of awareness
Blind allegiance selfish and uncaring
will never rise up to the heights
Gradual development is the surest way
where as prompt delivery
gained in haste is soon wasted
If you know the firing process
for the gold elixer of illumination
then you have the quality of humilty
with great power in virtue
This is the Spirit of Tao
not detached but engaged on principle
The Mind of Tao
To active the Mind of Tao
dissolve the human Mind
Day by day
Mundane energy wanes
Gradually
Celestial Energy grows
Ture Mind
Building the foundation
There is White within Black
Male within Female
One must use the Bellows
Self-refinement
Requires the True Lead
The Four Signs combine
The Five Elements
Are One Energy
The Three Treasures
Return to One
At the Edge of the Universe
Yin and Yang Merge
Unified Energy
Absolutely Open Nothingness
The State before Birth
Clear and Free
Round and bright
Unfixed to Form or Void
The Gold Elixir Burns
With Illumination
At the Heart
Of Heaven and Earth
Outside
November 28, 2002
Stepping outside the picture
Running with the peaceful wild
Nature
The beauty of no structure
Is itself a way of knowing
Knowing that is not structured
As we know it
As we are in our conditioned Lives
Abandon
alone from the age of three
always as your Grandmother
had often said
'the odd man out'
you were the yongest of three
all alone
in the company of an alcoholic care taker
your father had been a drunk
that is why your mother left him
only to return to the intolerable
tyranny of a terriable home life
she had once escaped -
into marriage by the age of 15
my earliest memories
beyond that first cold night
that we came to live with my grandparents
apart from this dark silhouette
completely blocking the light in the doorway
I would never know my father
I never new the beatings
I was to young to remember
and now abandoned to the unspeakable
devices of the very life
my mother had hoped to escape
all those years before
no, my first memories
other than that of long days
alone down by the old long shed,
were of waiting all day
for the school bus to return home
to bring back my brother and sister
only to be abandoned once more
locked out of the house
until my mother came home
who might allow me into the house
no, my most vivid memory
is of running after the car
barefoot on a rough paved road
screaming to the top of my lungs
"Don't leave me, Don't leave me"
once more they were gone
Time Compressed
September 10, 2002
The compression of time
As life goes by
Songs pass more quickly
To the end
Moments no longer linger
On winds of change
Changes come and are gone
We are the same you and I
Some moments are timeless
These are those that we are
When I think of You
These things are true
Time Stands Still
-
Re: In The Dark
Sun, July 3, 2005 - 9:06 AMSeventh in a series
End Game
End game
point taken
No pleasure in
Victory
Existence is not
a memory
Who created this lie
anyway?
Big Brother
Anti-Spirit police?
Who did I piss off
this time?
You see the fear
in their eyes
The source
has been exposed
fuck the source
And the horse
it road in on.
Incredible hardship.
How many times
must you die
to truly be Alive?
So cock
sure of themselves
Three Doctors
like Dominos
fall
in the chain
of command
like a virus
it spreads
former clients
turn cold as stone
Was it all a dream?
Or is it called
the magic
of agreement
The herd will believe
what it is told to
believe
But who pulls
the strings?
Pull out all of the stops.
One poem and
it is gone
back
beneath the surface
as if it
had never happened
But for this
residual coldness
that remains
to imply.
'He must be
a terrible 'Bad Person'
to deserve such
contempt'
But I know that the
danger is real
fresh meat for the kill
make me a non-issue:
But as quickly as it
had surfaced
The more quickly
it went away
Must have been
my imagination
or was it
my determination?
Not to let them
Who-ever 'they' are,
get away with it
this time.
Ergo there is
three years of
written proof
to the contrary,
that indeed
there is
a way out of
this Zoo
But not unlike that dream
that so long ago had
foretold
of my preeminent
demise:
This battle with some
primordial serpent
a fitting metaphor.
What is its name?
I would be bitten twice
and most likely
not intended to survive:
So, they had been sent
to finish the job.
But thank God
I had a bicycle
and this will to survive
once more I had been
underestimated
I faught for my life
invisible beneath
this inquisition
There is no difference
in this overt attitude
and the chickens that
come home to roost;
Those influences that
would quietly discretely
dispose of me.
'They' would be a field
of energy thieves
Sent to collect their
prize so predictable
those how have the
least power seek
to take it from others
a feeding frenzy
but this time
you do not take
their poison
It is unfortunate
that the power
they seek
feeds upon itself
temporal distortion
All I did was confess
my innocence
against the machine
What choice did I have
at the point of working
myself to death
down in the salt mines
this body was spent.
I am not the lie
that was created
to keep me silent
But I do see
the humor
in my life
This Spirit
will not be
broken