Take
Everything awful
With a grain of salt
Keep
Everything lovely
In a precious vault

This is the way to peace

Today we are
Conceived
No more, no less
Than any day before
Or after we
Today we are
A breed
Of beacons
Blazing
Like indigo novas
In the night
Today we are
Cradles like shores
Where shipwrecks
And living oddments
Find refuge
Today we are
A child’s
Noontime fancy
Emerging galaxies
Away
Today we are
Potential
Burgeoned exponentially
At every movement
Today we are
Concierto
We are celestial
And solar
Today we are
Deities
Unto ourselves
Crafting all we
Perceive
All we know
And all we are
Thus
Today we are
Perfection
Defining our
Dimensions
Today we are
The most
Glorious day
We’ll ever make
For today
We are
Today

I wonder
How many times I’ve loved
Over the spread of my existence
If I have lived for eons
Have I loved for eons?
How many times over has my heart
Been pained
As it is now?
And does my essence expand itself
To make room for the
Baggage?
It’s interesting, the paradox found
In most spiritual paths
Many take vows of chastity and
Purity
In order to become better acquainted
With this Something Divine
Supreme
However we shall name It
Universe, Jehova, God…Love
Self
But were it not for love born among
Men
Leading to courtships and progeny
There would be no humans created
To long for this love
If the whole of humanity became
Suddenly Holy
We’d abruptly become extinct, no?
Many on these paths, whether celebrating
Krishna chants, or following Buddhist creeds
Or simply turning inward
Deeply
They all seem to share an understanding
That All is set out
Mapped
And predetermined
All is Always and Always Will Be
So if there are men who opt for wine
Over water
Murder over mothers
Or even just
Lust over love
Should they continue along merrily
Thinking simply, they are abiding by
Fate?
So that humanity might persist
So that longing may be born
Again
So that God may be found as a result?
Is this a dance simply for the sake
Of shaking?
Am I the product of chance
Whim
Or love?
And suppose I intend to be a God myself
Someday
Creating life within my womb…
If all exists within The Divine
Am I not already Divine
As well as my creation?
And am I not already seeking Divinity
Simply by loving my
Child?
How is it so that for centuries
Across cultures and lands, all those
Who seek God in Its most pure form
Do so on chaste and permanent paths?
And when they find It
Are they really more at peace with
Existing
Are they more filled with love
Than the love that consumes
Motherhood?
It is said that there are superhuman
Powers to be had in
Finding God
Understanding we are not these bodies
Instead we possess these bodies
Transiently
Monks are known to go months
Years without eating
A young Buddhist boy
Ram Bahadur Bamjan
Of Nepal
Is recorded sitting cross legged
And still
In a forest
For months on end
Motionless
Without hunger
Without desire
Is he filled with more love than
I, listening to Mozart’s Requiem
Sitting spectator to theatrical masterpieces
Or gaping yearningly at the man
I dreamed of
Wedding
Or is he more filled with
Understanding?
Or perhaps love is his understanding
And he possesses understanding
Without requiems, masterpieces or romance
So how now shall I saunter forward
Having lost so?
I am quite at peace being alone
But so was I well beside my lover
I wonder if in the hundreds of thousands
Of years
Before agriculture
And education
Primitive men sought spiritual paths
It is thought that religion was born out of
Agriculture
But religion and spirituality are not the same
Was there spiritual necessity between hunts
Predators and Ice Ages?
Many varied holy scripts claim these ancient
Men
Were born with God
And did not need paths or seeking
But holy scripts are religious
Most anthropologists agree Stone Age
Men exhibited
Signs of belief in an afterlife
So did the Human ancestor
Neanderthal
Here I am, the Contemporary Ape
And my kind with rocket ships
Particle accelerators and micro chips
Has yet to arrive at any cohesive conclusions
Likely because these devices aim to elaborate
On material nature
While spirituality is based on the notion that
We in fact are not material nature
…Though within this physical world we seem
To have come to quite the divide
Lost our love
I wonder if we really will need a Fallout
In order for all to understand
We are a collective consciousness
And need not be such separatists
But if we lose technology
How will we get the word out?
And if the human population should
Find itself on the brink
Could we afford chastity
Ascetics, monks and nuns?
And if not…however will we find God
Again?
Do we need overpopulation, discord
Hunger and pain
In order to inspire spirituality?
Or is spirituality lacking as a result of these
Things?
And if we die off
Will my essence continue to find love in
Other places?
Do alien populations know anything of love?
Does a sage bush?
Ask Masaru Emoto
He might well hold a key
For now
I live in between
Certain love has a corporal effect
Certain my body is animal
And of this Earth
Connected through physiology
Within physicality
Connected to all things Universe
But not quite so certain
The Universe really exists
And not so certain that I am this body
And not so certain of what love really is
However
Certain I love, love
And hoping that God is love
And that I love for eons coming
Even if eons exist within time which
Is a property of physical nature
Which isn’t really God
Supposedly
Allow me to think more simply
May my love be my spirituality
May my God be my love
And may I someday meet
Ram Bamjan so to ask
How he feels
About symphonies and
Mozart’s Requiem

all is well warrior
let your light be your
weapon
let your head be dressed
for
the awakening
come well and wear it
like water
cleansing contemplation
amble
should you lose
your legs
wed your palms
to pray
should you lose
your hands
find might in the mind
for escape
should you lose
your brain
trust your heart
is the only
place
you ever were
live well warrior
all is sound
and sprouting
up from mutual
ground
there is no matter
that wants to
be found
more than a piece
of peace
in mind
and here
all is well warrior
dance!
be it
with an empty handed
ear
to the hum of the sun
and even a
rushing gun
dance
be fierce
in celebration
that nothing can disturb
your war cry
heyai! heyai!
or your sense of sight
life is a spectacle
striking pose
after
pose
asking you pay mind
to what you deem
most beautiful
about her
discount the less
warrior
because she’s yours
to protect
accolade
seek leisure
and affection in
every second
of what bears itself like
barrage
let your light
be your weapon
and charge!
everyday charge
and rejoice
that
all is well
warrior

storybook stranger
wayfaring anchor
come to me
turn
turn my pages
dear
once more
and again
storybook stranger
ravenous ranger
lone
and endangered
can’t find another
quite like you
so come
come
to me again
storybook stranger
light growing wrangler
please
possess me
one time over
and over
again
slower
turn
slower
turn
turn me inside
out
soul side in
see i’m not so
blinded
this
time
do it again
storybook stranger
do it again

i spy
two lovers
amid butterfly
kisses
for a first time
in dazzling life

i spy
a mud pie
baking in her mother’s
gladiola garden
i spy panic
and then a smile…

i spy an owl
spying on me

i spy verve
hands
celebrating
scrawling
with this point
seven leaden weapon

i spy blustery gusts
lifting babes
carrying
them away
…go visit moons
behind a shut eye
snooze
i spy…

i spy
a black hole
waving hello
“someday we shall
meet”

i spy a
pot marigold abode
for ladybugs
this time i will
not touch…

i spy
you smearing a
smile
on my face

thank you
i spy

a single celled
organism
ah! pretending
pretending
she was the beginning
rascal…

i spy
mint tea and
crumpet feasts
guano bowls, grubs
and cherry seeds
i spy making of the mind

i spy the scent
of mad men
growling
i spy love
patiently calling
“come creature…”

i spy
a rocking chair
and the brilliant
poet who dreamed
outside a square
shaped mind

i spy

curly haired
ruffians
terribly unaware
they’re adorable

hahaha…

i spy
a bold pair
at the peak
of murchison park
the air twisting
writhing!
about them
i spy her
stall….
stumble
no!
tumbling down
…tears

i spy human fragility

i spy
two eyes
gazing back
at me still waiting
for the day
they trust

i’m not really
here

i spy
a life
unearthing itself
alas!
inception birthed
today
taking to a summit
ha, so unafraid
laughter
howling!

power!

i spy
with these three
divine eyes
i spy!

my lovely life…

i spy
my love for life

To Monsanto
Mother of God!

To Halliburton
Hare Krishna!

To Massacres
Brilliant Earth!

To Love Canal
Glory Be!

To Warfare
HaHaHaHaHa!

To Atom Bombs
Sādhu! Sādhu!

To OAPEC
Blessed be!

To the Federal Reserve
Sweet Baby Buddha!

To Disney
¡Ojalá!

To the Bush Administration
Holy Moly!

To BP
Hai Ram!

To HAARP
Hallelujah!

To PETA
Praise Allah!

To Guantanamo Bay
Love me Shiva!

To Dollar Currency
Sweet Baby Jesus!

To Slavery
Light My Day!

To Wal-Mart
All in Jah!

To Enron
Entanglement!

To Goldman Sachs
My Lovely Universe!

To the War on Drugs
¡Salud!

To Pfizer
Bless your heart!

To MTV
Good Gandhi!

To Tom Brown
Big Holy Bang!

To Capitalism
Rama Hare!

To Holocausts
Shalom!

To the Trail of Tears
Namaste!

To Nuclear Waste
Happy Morning!

To Patriotism
Great Scott!

To DOMA
Live the Love!

and…

To Religion
Peace Be With You!

And I
Hope you find love
A hundred times over
On your hunt today

Like Julia
Twang
Twine wound round
Her photographic
Reverie
Strung along
Her nape
Napping
Napping
Strummed a song
That honey amber
Summer dawn
Triplet thoughts linked
Like locomotives
One track mind
Removed her
Bare foot
From
Her bug bite
Wit swollen shut
Shrunken rut
Awaked
Upon damp dirt
Roads
Mislaid luck
Along
Long
Way ago
Oh, Julia know!
How
To
Howl to basalt
Suspended
A hundred thousand
Leagues
Sunk in deep
Space
Nothing
Is real
Least not less real
Than anything else

Bowl it
Watch it catch
The draft
That’s been
Chilling
You
Zephyr
I’m riding the
Wind
Higher than
All I ever
Heaved
Seeing it
All
Beneath
Peace
You watched
Me
Kept your words
Sealed tight
That’s alright
Found a
Switch
Lived
To light another
Day
I forgive
Now live
You
Go on
Let’s go
And be rid
Of
What you did
Now
Be
Just bowl it
Blow it away
Zephyr
Go

And make peace