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Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- Unconsciousness is the original sin for all time. When we finally remember our divinity, everything will be ok. ******* Material, are all the worlds. Words are tools here, used to excavate invisible meaning. My products: CO2, ideas, feelings. The forge is the heart; aim to change. ******* In one utterance, universes are formed. Everything is holy. ******* The fly of pure reason can't be hit while sitting upon the swatter. ******* Even for the low down scamp that I am, love compassionately pulses through me. In a full breath I remember who I am. In a complete breath, I am That. ******* Sky father, earth mother, the food we eat. They becoming one makes life so sweet ******* When we are ourselves, forces oppose us. When we are the Tao, legions form at our side. ******* Hmmmm.... Voyeurs of the world, watching: other times, other places; not here, not now. Taking it all in. Deduce, define, design. Facts; facts within facts. Books, but no answers. Other people, other places, other times; not here, not now. Be your own fact. ******* In our sleep, awake is pounding at the door. Love has no home but you. ******* We are by way of the circle of life. We satisfy the need to be that which is aware it is within itself. We are the echo of the illusion of distance; the great mystery where words go round and round. ******* No one knows as well as you how lost we all are. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- Administrative Decision 5/7/05 Those who can, do. Those who can't get others to. ******* Wavicles 7/4/13 Is the universe inhaling or exhaling? A draw or a push? Are we trapped in one long breath, an infinite lung of boundless expansion? Or a spiral, a spring that breathes and breathes throughout, driving the cosmos? A loosening and tightening of torque; compression and expansion, a celestial Slinky... When up, our mortal coil, with no more spring and no more torque, breathes and straightens out, breathes and straightens out... to coil yet once again. ******* Sick in the Head 7/4/13 From stomachaches to headaches, one way to mature. Children get them; real men suck it up, rise above, and get something evolved and sophisticated. Something complex and worthy of a man with real dealings. Aches in the stomach, aches in the head... there is unfinished business waiting down below. ******* 2/13/05 The world view grows larger and larger everyday, but I remain infinitely small. Since the beginning I've taken up heavy ideas that weigh little in the end. I lean on bodies of knowledge to support me. What is it we came here to gather, to give? Does a certain amount of good learnen land us a place in heaven? Are we really supposed to answer for ourselves there? I was hoping to ask the questions. ******* 9/16/05 In the dark in my den, a constellation of no particular logic, lights up the illusion to point the way; a compass in disarray. Where is the mystical meaning? There is a galaxy alight in my living room, not a spiral or natural form: the eyes of the technology that watch me; they themselves lost in the night. Deep inside there is footing. My destination, my journey. Never leaving, ever arriving-- a blind man's light. ******* |