whispers

"me" against the world,
it just isn't so

me fountains,
every facet,
to be seen/met,
so it can fall

question the validity,
this ruler,
the rule

those whispers in you ear,
the hypnosis

who IS this
know-it-all case,
this endangered specie,

this worried grandmother
traipsing about
wringing her hands,

Dear God,
I beg you,
bring my idol home safely

i'll do anything, she lies,
just keep my dream going

Spartacus

Spartacus,
on a mission,
a killer mission

killer/protector,
isn't it ironic?
life and death one

mind thinks it can kill to live,
in its campaign to sell
that you are separate from "him"?

for who would kill a mirror image?
the moment it dies,
you fall together

there is no gun that shoots only one way,
to kill "another" is suicide

no wonder soldiers
wear armor

too bad we don't see
there is only one of us
to kill

every bullet
has only one destination,
my heart

now?

without the concept of now...

what is without the thought that "now" exists?

is there really any "where" to land?

without a now
the whole cookie crumbles,
the cookie jar,
and the shelf it sat upon,

the clouds,
the window,
daylight,
America,
Joy,
friendship...

all revolutions
disappear in this one

are you absolutely certain "now"
exists?

what are the images you see
to prove it?

how do you react
when you believe "now"
exists?

rushing here and there
and timing it, it, it,
tick, tick, tick...
counting,
tracking,
predicting 30 years down the road!!!

how delirious is that!?
the religion of "future",
the pope of perpetuity,
continuity,
streams of light
into the future...thirty years ahead!

just where exactly IS that?

and we don't even blink an eye!

LSD
long slow death?
long slow day?
long slow delirium?

30 years, folks!

and if we're that crazy,
no wonder we believe
"now" exists, too

without the concept of "now"
it all just falls apart

and "i" am left
no where

Rest

rest

the final frontier

i don't have to obey every thought

Eternal Rest
is appropriate

no need to vilify
the clouds of thought
passing through

laying back,
hands under my head,
looking up at the clouds
floating,
drifting,
continuously changing form,
disappearing,
coming apart and together,
having no defining shape,
nor size,
nor characteristic

I need do nothing.
What kind of a commander could it be
that disappears continuously,
and never holds one single form?

What kind of authority
could it possibly hold?

no

I simply rest,
relax

Rest

it's time to put the pitchfork down

there is no cloud in the world
that can tell me
what to do

the loyal retriever

without the thought
my body owes me something...

it just gives and gives and gives,
endless service,

no matter the abuse,
the demands of desire,
the scoldings,
the scrutinizing under a magnifying glass,

after uncountable over eatings,
consumption without hunger,
ignoring its signals to stop,
to rest,
to stretch,
to relax,
to breathe,
to move,
to abstain

like a loyal retriever,
she sleeps by my side,
follows my every command,
my every glance,
my every nuance of thought,
she obeys

without the thought
my body owes me something
there is only cause for gratitude,
the 1001 steps,
the long and winding road she has walked,
sometimes limping along the way,
through
the briar patch,
the winter of my heart,

the blacklisting of mind,
screaming its imperfections

it so kindly
and lovingly
walks with me,

types with me,
here
now
this sweetness...

and not one time,
said, "no".

look!

without the thought
the world owes me something...

the world turns belly up,
exposes it's tenderest gifts

defenseless,
transparent,
holds not one thing back

there's not one flower on this earth
that is not a gift to you

a trillion fresh blossoms...
just for a start

and THAT
is not enough, you say?

you need what?
a man?!
oh for heaven's sake!

you are asking for a human being?!
to have a human being...
isn't that quite against your ethics?

would you 
be given to another
as a requirement of life?

what an extraordinary request!
that someone owes you their life,
THEIR time,
THEIR attention,
anything!

no, sweetheart,
the world owes me no thing

and
it continually showers and showers and showers
me
with love,
wisdom,
and endless in-spire-ation

belly up
i feel the slightest whisper of the wind
and a roar of gratitude rushes in

the world owes me nothing

and the birds!
the birds
the birds

oh look! how the birds fly!

magnetized

despair is but a long horned ram,
but there is nothing
that can ram you off this road,

this path of dedication
is magnetized;
it is impossible
there is a stronger attraction

the rain may come,
the mud may slide,
but this track
is not made
of material that can shift

what is unspoken
is undeniable

what is unheard by ears
is the deepest knowing

before ears,
before words,
before daylight,
I am
I am
I am

from this ground
the garden grows;
without this ground
there is no growth possible,
no growth possible

suicide

openness can never get closed off by a dot.

imagine Infinite Openness
and a "."

is there any possibility
the "."
can change this Infinitude
in any way?

so a thought
has no possibility,
no chance
of changing reality,
the unknown,
unlabeled,
undefinable,

the whole thing is absurd,
an absurdly arrogant thought

just a little scrap of paper fallen in the gutter,
even a news headline
seen round the world
by seven billion people--
just a dot
on the horizon,
almost imperceptible to all,
unless you get very close up,
so very close that it blocks
your view of the sun!

just think
what that would take...
to focus only on the dot
and leave out the huge expanse of space
and light

almost impossible

you have to work really really hard
to leave out the sun

that's what/how
suicidal thinking is

no place to hide

where can darkness hide in the light of a lamp?

there simply isn't any way for the darkness to remain,

for fear to exist in the presence of  Love,
awareness, absence of judgment, reality, truth,

autonomy

what if the mirror
set out to tell a new story?

are you kidding?

the photograph
took on a life of its own?

i don't think so.

change you
the light of the sun
on face of the earth?

so such a feat of autonomy is

all limits you place on yourself
are but denial of reality

you did not make yourself
nor do you have any power
to change
what you are

look but inward
to see the Infinite Depth

can you find one place
where you stop
and another starts?

one independent view
of a brother
that is not yours?

so it is,
the world is but
your child,

every detail.

would you nurture her
or war?

that image in the mirror
is never anyone but you

no way around it...

face to face
at last
with the devil

now is the time
to take of the mask

I am

I am,

and all is
a hero's welcome

oh the safety,
the loveliness

I am,
be steadfast,
the straight and narrow,
the path of least resistance,
no resistance at all

so innocent
ever fresh

there is nothing more exciting
than
I am

I am
clears the path
of all debris,
branches,
fallen soldiers,
ancestors carried on your back,
children's mouths to feed

I am,
the world melts

Is it the candle
you really want
or the flame?

what good is a stick of wax
in a dark room?

I am,
the light
that reveals
everything

I am,
the destination
you cannot miss,
being it

I am,
every tension in the body goes,
every hard spot softens,
the salve,
salvation
of the one
who would deny one's very being

I am,
all you ever need
to know

I am,
is there anything else
you really can know?

the changeless

the changeless
in
every raindrop,
breath,
child's scream,

gifts of the moment

it's only quizzical from underneath,
from the shadow,
if you think a shadow is a real thing

but if you start
with the changeless

the dew drops on the
spider's web
but shimmer,
incomparable beauty
even in the mist,

even in the fog,
where not one object is perceivable,
where all things are but your imagination

prior to birth

the changeless need not strive,
its everywhere,
everything already

Itself
completely at peace
in every possibility

literally
a perfect world

NO EXIT

no change/appearance
the changeless isn't

oh what holy ground
air
brothers
thoughts

mother mary comes to me
speaking words of wisdom,
let
it
be