linear thought has always been illusion

and now the illusion is fading--

to be replaced by the illusion of

enlightenment--the being who knows

that it knows--doesn't know that

it doesn't know...

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...how easily one could leave the earth...

brief the stay...and long the leaving

deliberate or accidential or fated...

...how much unknown     until we know we know...

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why must we all be friends

isn't brothers and sisters in God enough

we tolerate so much

we realize too little

we love a myth of peace even when we snipe at each other

just try calling THAT out

and see how much understanding and sympathy you get

nobody likes the truth of complaint

complaint is the only occasion to speak

otherwise you'd lie silent on your bed and create

a world on the ceiling and call it paradise

and be happy happy happy

and try telling that to the God of Love

who measures our worth by our pain

aren't jackasses and swayback mares in God enough

must we be engaged in haggling over what should be

in free abundance and is except for the everyone

who buy into that demand in those conditions

we love a legend of prosperity especially when pockets are empty

and the desperate who sold out their own lives

are so very hungry

isn't it enough that we all being One

even the least of us can derail so effortlessly

the most majestically simple and God-givingly profound

plan of joy and acquiescence

must we be One and which One at that

we don't really like each other

we're some fine human family   us 

isn't it enough we endure each other

do we all have to be friends

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the vista ahead is frightening

in its immensity--

what vanity of man deludes him

into thinking he can control creation?

what oppressive unnatural fit

of humility causes him 

to forget he would be one with the One

if he would forget his humility

and his vanity-- and just BE where

he is meant to be--and know it?

                                                                            *

underlying the inertia

 enormous amounts of life

boil in the vision

of activity--

the end in itself

its own reality

its own meaning--

toward what disruption

of illusion--

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Forgive the misspellings, Mr. Miyagi

(this is what happens when you rush...

back    contrite    from feral fowl flights...

sauntering slowly over fields

 of green rubbery turds

as the misshapen honking bodies

rise on improbable wings...)

I was curious as to who picked the twice-poisoned

dog for a blogname

from the one piece of mine

known to posterity...

but I see in following

I'm a year (or more) too late...

Such it is with me--

the eternity-filled mind

bringing the time-bound body

to its stumblings--unconcerned

for the immense tension

of act and result--the torque of math

that holds us to our earthly lessons--

The world of Time leaves me in shambles--

 But dimensions beyond this measure      soothe

renew--and confound once again any notion

that a third piece of meat

is the Manna---

so        peaceful and measured

after yet another gray morning

I can do without...

I phrase it in an open-hearted surrender

to all twice-poisoned things--

(and in the greatest respect and best wishes 

for what good     sustains you--

Mr. Miyagi...where are thou?

                                    

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...haloed void--

                                                                 *

...the gray day

a pool

of weary

surrender

acknowledging at last

the accomplishment

of what may not have been

mine to render--

this picking

at words to say

nothing

and pout the preceived

indifference

of what power that be

powers

what be--

                                                                      *

...one practical step

after another after another

for the duration--

the nut-'n'-bolt

application

of barely surviving

will for what purpose

to what end.......

                                                                         *

doing...

the thing done

and the unknowable result...

only to trample

the accomplishment

with paralysis of will

and ignorance

of what has been done..

                                                                     *

...where do I go and what do I do?

God ever does me down--

but I must strengthen

to endure nothingness

until some turn of process

delivers me to whatever

God allows...

I'll leave everything I do or have done

behing--abandoned--if that is

required to go along

whichever way opens up...

where else to go? what else to do?

                                                                                *

Mr. Myigami...whare art thou?

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Thank God for everything--

and for everything     else.....

                                                                       *

I'm teaching my stump to move--

it's responding magnificantly--

I tell it to go forward or backward 

it vibrates--

I tell it to stand still

it vibrates 

It vibrates--and I learn....

                                                                       *

I dove into the river--

the water turned to ice--

well, you can imagine the rest--

my prescience was attacked--belittled--

by those who stood 

shivering on the shore

as a harness pulled my broken bones

through its own tropical miasma--

                                                   

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