Sunday, March 20, 2016

The Song of the Dragonfly


One's psychological myth 
after deconstruction is 
the revelation.

The body is universal 
and dark matter is
the mind.

The sun
light of starlight is
enlightened intent.


And the black hole of self-awareness
is
behind door number three.

Hiking
the mountain of no mountain name,
I meet the wall. I am the peak.

A mountain stream is whispering
the name of the mountain stream
and now I am this mountain stream.


You can live
in the new world but just
don't take its modern medicine.

On the altar of Consciousness,
I am burning
everything I know.

Fire
flies
only live
for a mid-summer dream
but words
are
the
breath
of
d
r
a
g
o
n
f
l
i
e
s


At least
once every hour
once every hour

once every hour
once every hour
drink the lemon of silence.

By hook or by crook,
by ray or by way,
alter consciousness

mindfully
every
day;

this
is true
practice.

Honey bees
beat their
wings

two
hundred
thirty

beats per second.
This is
like

being
in the now.
Be in the now.


Stop waiting
and re
lax.

Enlightenment is never here on time.


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