Blasting

Everywhere there is a pattern
It is not unknown to us
Still, it is not known at any known moment

What is it like to be knowable
it goes beyond

Why waste time on the unknowable
black marble vessel beyond this

someone whispers
it is your turn

It is my turn?
The milkman spinning in eternity

Blasting forever
into a vastness that has no name

Rattlesnake land
that is not to be tamed
even by the bomb shelter dweller

even by the smoke
between two veils

where songs meet the mind

She Knows

She

Like the moon

pissed or acting so


Yellow moon


coming up over the hedges


Mohawk shadows
from basement stairs

Painted blue

sidewalks
walking

downtown


I fell into bushes

and swam out drunk

in a lake of stars

avoiding cadences

Cover for all that is never done

and so knowing so

Pantoom for Alta

Today I got gonged by life
And it never feels good to get gonged
Even if the gonging can't be helped
I would like to think it would never happen

And it never feels good to get gonged
By the one you care about deeply
I would like to think it would never happen
Then it does and crushes your spirit

By the one you care about deeply
Who has lost the pulse of the moment
Then it does and crushes your spirit
And somehow you must regain a happy life

Who has lost the pulse of the moment
Replace this feeling with love and confidence
And somehow you must regain a happy life
The new world is always being born

Replace this feeling with love and confidence
To walk through life again with ease
The new world is always being born
A new child is always coming through

To walk through life again with ease
Then know a smile when it returns
A new child is always coming through
The voice of reason is always in replacement

Then know a smile when it returns
A shock like thunder from inside
The voice of reason is always in replacement
Help is always available to those asking

A shock like thunder from inside
All this abundance of confidence and love
Help is always available to those asking
Today I got gonged by life

Pentecost

I was not alone when I awoke
and it was not just my conscious mind
my emotions wondering out there somewhere

We have this spirit to create
and it tackles us in the night
pulls us from the ground, we are earthworms

I had this conversation with a friend
that consciousness is only when we wake up from a nap
and then we are conscious then until we die
There is no potential for spirit

Trying endlessly, so I think, to awaken from a dream
to spirit that is divine
to try and resurrect myself from my sleep
the pillow that smothers me in its automatic embrace

It is all we can do, then, for a moment
to know it is possible
for in the moment to awaken
and look at one's self
before the moment is gone
not to be resurrected

Every Quick Moment

Every quick moment I pause
to plant the seed for my arising

I saw you there by the window
you were smiling

It was noon and the sensation arose
a garden of delight inside me

And it was time to freeze
as the game was never ending

The man rode along pushing the bear in the grocery cart
& said. "It's your turn to ride, bear"

When the silvery slippers of time rest
peering through the dome ceiling

We look down on the numbers of times
we never knew we were alive

Being pushed along our path
waiting for it to arise

Did the situation make itself perfect?
Was there a place?
Were you the person?
Was it the time?

I remember:

Every quick moment I pause
I see you there by the window

You are smiling
Planting the seed for my arising

I too

I too, at various times, like to do Bavarian marine damage.

People Are Dividing

People are dividing what they know and they don't know into parts Traffic jams and telephone scams come to know us better than we know our selves It must be time to redress the old, the new , the now we hide from within Slowly entering the news from an unknown perspective to rattle from underneath Death's blanket folds over decay like undone garbage heaps reveals stench This is the new nature made perfectly old by its semblances to dance The light eternal is made of junk the imagination clouds beyond stars its food I blow past you and you past me as we enter another moment oh blankness It is carved carbon dating us back to the earth space we live upon