Friday, June 30, 2017

chiro 2



30-June-2017

It's that orange daylily 
time of year 
prefiguring fireworks 
of the Fourth of July
and I'm as independent 
as I ever was, 
alone and seldom lonely, 
like I like it, 
or at least the way 
I've always made it be, 
because, 
I'm sorry people, 
I really know no better. 

Thursday, June 29, 2017

chiro 1




29-June-2017

driving river road
there’s nothing new
on the river today—
same old water,
same reflections,
same on the other side.
i did begin to think my car
was making some new
unwanted noise however.
but it just turns out
the car behind me needs
a serpentine belt replacement
or maybe just a tightening
of my focus.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

11

eleven news

war is ever new thought against all old thought
as no thought is not a shot away

of self by self for self so help me god

perspective. perspective. perspective

thanks for the memories

no words for way

name that thing!

hall of the mountain king. queen of the void.

nowhere
one eye
insight

number nine. heraclitus. buddha.

divide by tao

self-awareness is eleven


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

The News According to Suite July

Naked fuse.
I've got waves in low places.
The history of the world is always about old money vs. virtual money.

2 monks looking at the ground. 1 says snake!
The other replies it's just some rope.
The 6th son says neither snake nor rope.
Consciousness?

Pure awareness, awareness reflected in consciousness, and consciousness
is the holy trinity.

I love the sound of night rain falling on summer leaves.
It smells like evolutionary self-awareness.

news
is to poetry as
william carlos williams is
to a fourth of july red wheelbarrow

in the land of silence,
evolutionary self-awareness
is intent upon apocalyptic words...

Matty told Hatty, Ouroboros, Ouroboros, Ouroboros!

As on the extreme altar of consciousness,
I burn my sacred eyes
for an eye can never see oneself.

mountain laurel sand
dunes leaves of grass california
dreaming creation deconstruction shiva
shakti shiva tech-tonic shifts of manifestation

Open field. Insert self.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Stay Still

Imagine
there's no separation
and the universe is one
being self-aware—
it's easy if I try because it's true.

And I have this great notion I am.
So fractal me this.
To escape the fear,
one has to hike the highest mountains.
To see through fear—

stay still.


Saturday, June 17, 2017

Wood by Frogs

Being is the center of all candy.
Candy temporarily stops thought.
It's like material meditation.
Swallow only after tasting being.
The point of being is
forgetting and the point of this
forgetting is self-awareness.

Forgetting is dreaming.
Dreaming is that which never forgets.
Thought is all about survival. Not being.
Thought is to fear as love is to being
as paranoia is to paradox.
Render unto love your being
is the crucifixion and the resurrection.

Listen. The world is the ultimate hack.
The antidote is always love.
It's not about dying before dying
but being through the fear.
Never believe.
Self-inquiry is the only doctorate.
Listen. The Powwow River

falling over original rocks—
this is always Native America.
Drop body-mind. Be Hopi.
And the Hopi know their martyrs.
No pictures please.
It takes seventeen
syllables to break the code.

Earth wind and fire!
I hear fireworks like thunder
on the beach tonight.
There's an eastern wind.
Variety is the revolution.
Being is the flag.
Wood frogs.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Ode to Myself

Ignorance isn't bliss.
Stuck between abyss
and a deep state.
But not of the world,
by the world, and
for the world.
Mind moves.
Waves sea.
The way I see,
it's all about myself.

Long division
is another name
for memory.
World war three.
Meet the new math.
Same as the old math.
And love isn't otherworldly.
Love is out of this world.
Like
myself.

Begin at the beginning.
To be.
First infinitive.
Conceptual foundation
for the dreaming.
I am and never is.
Such is self-awareness.
First self.
Best self.
Myself.

Pure awareness
being
self-aware.
This takes
a universe of space
and an evolution of time.
But what the hell.
I've got nowhere
special to be,
myself.