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Archive for July, 2010

Walk-About

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if they can’t find me

just say: she fell down a well – or

she went swimming in the dark

and something in the blue-black water swallowed her.

or tell them I went to Detroit

to look at the river

and got carried away.

but don’t let them call the fire and rescue

or send out boats

cause I’m not really there.

don’t tell them I’m putting myself on hold

for anyone’s sake

or leaving out one single thing.

don’t tell them time is too much for me

or that I don’t like the ordinary sky

cause it’s not true.

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if they can’t find me

tell them not to worry-

I want it that way.

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The Wind In The Morning

morning trailing fuschia, purple,

vermillion clouds

still close to the night.

the small ones whir and chirp awake

tentatively, with tiny breaths

while the new light is stretched

long and fuzzy on the ground.

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one bird tries a single note

clarion of pure joy. . .

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the sun rolls, already humming

trying to tickle the grass awake.

far out on the interstate

the traffic picks up

carried into my kitchen on the quiet.

the wind picks up too

and sways the trees in graceful, rhythmic dance

against that painted sky,

as I savor the last few muted moments

of half light

and the wind in the morning.

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*this poem is for The Maestro


EMBRACING THE UNKNOWN

Look out on any natural scene; the seashore, a forest, space, your own back yard. Most people look out on these views and think of them as something “out there”. What I have known all along,  is that vast and wild nature, is also “in here”. Very much “in here”. There truly is no separation. Everyone knows this deep, deep down. And it scares the holy living daylights out of most people. Because to quote Osho, “The real ‘god’ is very wild. The real ‘god’ is very crazy. And the real ‘god’ cannot be controlled.” Think about this, really think about it. These are the forces that create life, that paint incredibly beautiful sunsets, that keep the planets in their orbits, that make tornadoes, that bring death, that make birds sing, that send asteroids hurtling through space, etc and etc. Very powerful. And they are not only “out there”, they are also “in here”. We can’t control them and we can’t get away from them, ever.

So what do we do? Well first we deny that they exist “in here”. Then we project them outside ourselves. Denial and projection are partners. We make nice churches and temples, usually very quiet and sedate and calm, in the illusion we can contain these vast and powerful forces, to make them safe, or rather to make ourselves feel safe in their presence.  Human beings project these forces outside themselves and personify them. So indeed, “god” did not create us in his image, we created “god” in our image!  Presto! you got religion. We fancy we can communicate with a being like ourselves, if much more powerful. We fancy we can ask for mercy, forgiveness, forbearence. We bring it down and down, and make it smaller and smaller, until all the real juice is gone out of it, and there’s nothing left but a petty tyrant smiting and throwing plagues at us. Or until it’s dry and dessicated and meaningless. Or, as is most often the case, until “religion” becomes a political organization. . . . I think we all know the results of that.

We really don’t know. Oh, we think we do, we want to believe we do. But we don’t know. We don’t know what life is, or gravity or consciousness or electricity, etc and etc. We name things, and we “measure” them. We know what they do and how they behave (mostly). But a thing is not its name, or its measurements! It’s itself! We rely on our perceptions, but our perceptions are biased because we only have one lens (the human one) to look through. And our perceptions can be oh so wrong. The earth is not flat, the sun is not the center of the universe, sickness does not come from evil spirits.

Now comes Zen. Zen says, “Yup, it’s both “out there” and “in here”, that’s you. . . . that’s reality. . . .you can’t get away from it no matter what you do. You can’t put it into words. You will never figure it out. . . . so maybe we ought to learn to deal with it on it’s own terms. . . ”

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ABSURDITY OF ASSUMPTION

I marvel at the assumptions people make. I completely understand why some of the old zen masters whacked their pupils over the head with their staves. I understand why the Dalai Lama said some people should just kill themselves. Have you ever been having a conversation with someone and thought to yourself, ‘where on earth are they getting this stuff?’ It hasn’t even the loosest connection to anything real. I mean, if you listen to people, and some of the incredible things they come up with. . . .it would be hilarious (and sometimes it really is) if it weren’t for the fact that they actually believe what they are saying. (And it’s generally considered very impolite to burst out laughing.) No amount of talking will help. Their minds are made up. They KNOW. But bless their hearts, they think they are communicating and that what they have to say is important.

And Kwan Yin help you if what they think they know concerns *you*. They KNOW what you are thinking. They KNOW what you are really doing. They KNOW and it’s their sacred mission to disabuse you of your illusions. This happens with people who have “known” you for years, and it happens with people who just met you ten minutes ago, people who couldn’t possibly know. It’s at this point that I usually begin strangling my purse or umbrella or whatever I happen to be carrying and profoundly wishing my cell phone would ring, or someone would come to the door, or a meteor would fall on me. What usually actually happens is that I am stunned into silence and looking at them with my mouth hanging open, and they either think I’m an idiot or that I agree with them. If I have the faintest inkling they think I agree with them I try to begin drooling or scratching my butt so they will dismiss me as an idiot.

It’s enough to make you wonder why people think they need drugs to reach an altered state of consciousness.

AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION:

(***I want to stress that this is an actual verbatim conversation, and that this is the total conversation, I have left nothing out, and that it comes from an area for discussing religion and spirituality.***)

Person A asks the question:
“I know how to make rain but there’s no cloud at the start of the god finger what do I do?”

Person B responds:
“If I eat a banana, why is there a snake in my garden?”

Person C responds:
“If anyone understands either of these questions, could you please translate?”

Person D repsonds:
“zoom nout nout using the pinch button, and see if you see any white clouds anywhere around your planet! You should be able to find at least one there are two though every time. You can move the cloud to where ever you want it. If that does not work try reinstalling the application.”
END of conversation

I rest my case.

My response (after I stopped laughing):

To Person A:
You are in an area for the discussion of religion and spirituality, NOT video games about playing god.

To Person B:
No, no, no. You’re confused. It was an apple that was eaten, and the snake was there first, and the garden belonged to a guy called “god”.

To Person C:
No one understands anything, apparently.

To Person D:
Reinstalling the application won’t help.

C:\ REALITY.SYS NOT FOUND – UNIVERSE HALTED

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