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------------------------------- Changes Mushroom: I rot and others live eating my body. I eat theirs as well. This isn't death. Spiders attach their webs to me, collecting dirt and dew. I decompose under their clouds. A mushroom is lucky to be, becoming all things a little at a time. Decay brings on celebration. Others look more beautiful, even when they change. I don't mind, I'll change too. ******* 1978 Wintering Spring, hidden source of all, blessed by thy mothering wing, alas but for the Fall, that stops thy living heart to beat, that hangs thy breath in toll, and yet another Spring will flow out of the icy cold. ******* My Dog Woody Got Hit By a Car Today 8/1/77 Never said goodbye not a word not even a glance, from anywhere... A good friend woulda. Why do they always go like that? Why not leave me alone to begin with? ******* Mirror Image 10/7/76 If colors weren't already inside my eyes, how would I recognize them? If my nose wasn't made of the scents, who would be there to smell them? If my tongue wasn't full of tastes, who would taste them? Our ears composed of sound need only praise it. And what we touch touches upon itself. Within and beyond never separate, meet at the body's doors. ******* Mind F**k What manner of race be this without goal or finish line to meet? Unconquered mind journey retreat! You waste our time in the end. Peace, to this unfulfillment. ******* A pigeon's as good as a dove. ******* 11/9/80 Sunday morning, coffee in the country with toast and animals. ******* The lion lay boldly in his jungle tight after prancing and roaring and showing his might. Complete he rests his armorless power beastly dominating a dying flower that may have been magled by himself or the hour, his eyes not reflecting the story. It should have been different as always the case where lion and flower would move at their pace that never would bring them face to face, as one would not know the other. But it just so happens that on this odd day a lion took account of a falling fay, placing reason and history behind them. The lion lowered his head to the ground, the flower feeling fate had him bound, but the lion licked it without making a sound, much to the surprise of both. Licking once, he licked again feeling a need inside to end an unnecessary death that both could transcend and the flower received him gladly. The lion continued till the fay stood tall then lay back to check a fall that never answered to fate's silent call, and the flower thanked the lion by living. ******* |
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------------------------------- Birthday Pipe Chant 7/81 A symbol of man's union with the giver: The bowl, filled with the fire of inextinguishable life, rests at the seat of man in his center. The stem rises up a channel of breath to the mouthpiece where the spirit inspires the fire deep within the human being, inhaling man into existence. Oh Great Spirit, smoke me. ******* A small child approaches the sun with lantern in hand. The sun smiles. ******* Faith A young girl prays to the statue above, because of God and faith and a power called love. Her young heart breathes a prayer, a song, her eyes show deep meaning, each whisper's so strong. Tiny words cup virgin feelings to the air she knows no distance to the statue standing there. In silence she waits as expecting a sound, though her prayers were answered before she knelt to the ground. Sweet young thing praying religiously free, she kneels before the Statue of Liberty! ******* 7/20/81 One-person standing by the ocean still the tide rises up with full greeting. Neither nod, or grin, nor heart waiting, yet the waves swell on with sweet song... performing with beauty unshaken whether all or none come applauding. ******* Aegis Shield The other has robbed your smile away and hid it in a secret place where only ghosts and monsters go, where darkness sets its seal in fear far darker than the catacomb, for there a hope illuminates, but where your smile is shrouded so that after light will not betray. There, is your laughter all aglow once put out by a gentle hand that stroked your hair and sacred self that drew the warmth out of the sun, that drew the worth out of your soul, when played a crooked evil game that grownups shouldn't know. And there came forth a love and care that tricked you well before you knew of life and God and worlds like this where those who steal your trust can smile upon your broken flesh. Oh where is God for all our souls!? Skulking sanguine betrayal near worms beneath the night in dreams to snatch your foot from Aegis Shield and tenderly control terror, that screams into your pounding heart, that beats upon the temple walls echoing pressured silence there. Therein fixed one childhood moment, trapping the soft and boundless self, dimming the light and formless being... Unborn dreams reversed in flight living in a timeless land, where angels dancing sweetly dare to soothe away the aching place. ******* Striving Making for the illusion, the fly crashes into the window countless times, driving himself dizzy, dried and dead on the floor. So too the mind scrambles madly to reach the perfection traveled only by the heart. ******* We as much hold heaven up as reach for it. Leaves stretching toward the sun support the sky. ******* |
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------------------------------ Sado Kwatsu 2/24/02 The young monk inquired of the master, "Master, what is enlightenment?" The master hit the monk across the head. "I see, " cowered the bruised monk. In the garden, another young disciple approached, "Master, what is nirvana?" Quickly the master kicked the boy in the groin. "I understand," groaned the breathless boy. Later that day, a third supplicant found the master, "What does it mean master to meditate upon the One?" He was thrown to the ground and a finger cut off. "Yes," gritted the prostrating disciple. That evening during tea, the master asked, "May I please have a spoon?" and was happily pummeled to death by the three enlightened monks. ******* |