sound

O....pen

oooooohhhhh....

ahhhhhhhhhhh.....

sound is "directive"
or so it seems

these vibrational ripples
to the pulse of the beat

the relaxation of Ahhhhhh.....

what is the sound
you are listening to?

is it the screeech of car tires,
the swerve of uncontrollability,
doing a 180...or 360...
without your so-called
permission?

the earth
hurtling you
round and round
day after day...

and you 'thinking'
you've got some kind of
commandeering positon...

piloting this roundness
to have sharp !
points
that hurt and devour
and spike your heart
up on a peg

sound

words

are just sounds

what scalawags
are you making of them?

what sound can possibly be
demonic?

a plague?

come on, children,
at the playground

don't you see
it is but make believe
that a word
like "unworthy"
can harm you?

sticks and stones
can break my bones,
but names
can never hurt me

jerk!
or jerky

feel what you are doing

there is no other

you hear only
and ever
the voice
in your own head

((()))))sound))))))))))))))))

it's all music...
pulsing
swaying
to the rhythm
of the beat,
honey,
just swaying
to the rhythm
of the beat...

ahhhhhhhh....

Abstract

to make the abstract
a "thing"
is to end it,
to limit it,
to conclude,
the mind

a thought is an end

concrete: that is what "that" is.

done.
move on...
that's what "that" is.
concrete

done.

paving over nature!

the parking lot of your mind!

Love, spirit, birds, angelic harmonies...

deadened

the lid of the coffin
thuds,
shut case.

the song of joy
insulated against

nailed out of bounds of hearing

make no "thing" of the Abstract

Abstraction is All

Love is abstract,
there is no way
you can seal it into a mold

so you
are not 
an ice cube,
love

you
are flowing river rain steam mist invisible visible clouds sweat juicy grass...droplets on windshield bathwater...

love,
all of it

or you have killed
the whole
of you

to make the abstract
a thing
is
to end it

:-)

warmth

"in lightness and in laughter

will sin's absurdity be seen at last" (acim)

flames of love

simply burn away

everything else

and all that ever is

or ever was remains

the warmth melts

the heart

there is no resistance

to the gentlest of kisses

the lifting of the veil,

the release of all pain,

guilt and torment

the gentlest touch

it just leaves you drooling

down your chin

what could possibly be better

than holding hands,

lifting up your voice,

 laughing til you cry,

and falling on to the floor

completely limp

and exonerated

that's the invitation

that's all the wind

ever whispers...

military hoedown

without a flag
for or against
my arms reach forever and ever
outward

there is no fence
to divide
without a flag
for this or that

without a denomination
of Origin

Origin remains
forever fruitful and multiplying

there is no subtraction
in this game

without a flag
all are welcome,
this land is your land
literally

whoever lands there,
is ground to walk upon

soil is not yours to own,
no more than the sun,
air or water,
nor even your "own" body

what say have you
on when you fall asleep
or wake up in the morning,
or how tall or short
old or young
male or female
round or lean
how many fingers or toes
or vision or hearing...?

without a flag
for or against

the Song
simply arises
and arises
and arises

oh how very holy
it is

without a flag
for this
or that...

light doesn't care

light doesn't care
distinguish
differentiate
what it shines on

it's all free
it glows
everything shines and reflects the light
back to its source

there is nothing light can't or doesn't illumine

so love

there is nothing loving eyes can't look upon
and see love
reflected back

there's nothing innocence
can look upon
and find guilt

just as the sun
can not experience darkness

i look with love
or i don't see at all

just as without light
i see nothing

light does not care
if it's a "garbage dump",
a diamond ring,
a baby's face
or a smile.
All are the same to it.

no order of difficulty

each is seen exactly as it is,
whole perfect composting
mold fungus
decomposition
"rotten flesh"

we name it

and Light has no name
but one
for it

no name
but one

light does not care
what it shines on

it's all free

the futile system

demarcations

"crossing the line"
overstepping your boundary
pushing my limits
or to the limit...
above and beyond the call of duty
"for his/her age"

discrepancy abounds!
from past protocol

dinosaurs on parade
off
off
off
every time i judge,
disagree
feel angry,
sad,
or juxtapose
contradictions
to reality

the feudal system,
the futile system,
keep making marks (lines)
on a piece of paper
and fight over them
and move them
and bomb them
and vote on them
and discuss them!!!

all the while, kids
the paper is the paper is the paper!

no matter how many ways
or times
you try to slice it

the simple truth:
paper is paper

paper is still paper
paper will always be paper

that's the entire metaphysical truth

lifetimes
to realize

what is
will always remain
what it is

(there is no matter)
no matter what you think

you can not cross over

resting

eventually the conditioned mind/student
comes to look forward
to stillness,
to rest

just like a dog
obeying his master,
a servant,
it feels right

no more assuming
a function
it cannot perform:

knowing
authorship
control
safety
security
joy, even

it comes to rest
at the feet of its master
which is all
it ever really wanted

to rest

there is no more fear
giving up what it realizes hurts

now it follows
rather than directing,
dictating

it enjoys
not being responsible
for the whole (damn) world,
for anything

without a finger to lift
it can receive,
take in
the miraculous,
the beauty,
the love
the joy
the wholeness
the laughter
the goodness
the music
everywhere

so glad not to have that heavy burden

it rejoices

it notices
what is

notices what a fine way it is
to be

present

in this wordless space
she notices what she was missing
so subtle
so sublime
so soft
textures
without labels
without labeling

how can but a quiet ear
hear?
the clicks
the hums
the shhhh...ing
the whooshing...

without words
how do you write this?

so it is...

a completely new
experience