lord krishna escapes memory
of rational thought and conducts
mindless surveys of regions unexplored
could it be? could it be?
that we were mindless all along
and sought refuge in words and structures?
to the end of roadways barren
to the land of the cosmological geek
where wingless fairies dance on branches
and fall happily to their timely deaths
fall fairies fall!!! and
if my intuition hath spoken then
who are you, new voice
voice of the past in mental streams
flowing to and down in swifts,
currents and depths
to explore! to shudder at sight of
thee: enlightenment!
the sources of our pleasure are
manifold and the wellspring of sources
spins in cycles toward nowhere.
can't we see the end?
only past it takes intuition
and "no mind"
our hero lays ladyless night after night
and the cycles of life and death
flow through him infinitely, endlessly
the power of inner knowledge
lays waste to the ego, to the heart
yet the body is strong, the temple
built of god: these materials
live and die
is it so hard that we must
think of feathers soft to soothe
the psyche? the physical
forces us to certain places
and there we grow from roots
runneth underground
connected by the sound
of our hearts beating blood
in and out; in and out
so to love, love the psyche
breathe deep and let go
let flow the intuition of the body
(the bread) to spread a germ
for many incantations of
our endless rite:
our sould move on! love in this
life next to death makes sense
only in each moment where
to breathe takes no
conscious thought and a touch
can make a temple of god's true
wish; take bliss
show it, then smash it
on a rock for the dew to
splatter all over our faces
down from our eyes
a kiss to you, a kiss to all
and to the day goodbye
into the night
black thoughts come alive
to a party from the corner
of neon meows beckons
distant light; two edges separated
by plains...in the east
in the jackson drop two step march
from humid souls taught
a-ow, a-ow, a-ow
chanted in mystic celebration
acrost expanses condensed by
a past tangle of hair locks
sweaty in love to the west
in squatted position squared
threw dice in the streets
bumpin to the music beats
brought back down slow
slow as it goes the grind
and wide open time
oh! in the darkness these
twinkles shine so bright
where dreams in showers
wake up cold and scream
give my the light!