Straight On

”Look down at me and you see a fool

Look up at me and you see a god

Look straight at me and you see yourself”

Go and Play

Ring-a-ring o’ roses,

A pocket full of posies,

A-tishoo! A-tishoo!

We all fall down

Fall into every hole

Rise to every height

Don’t maintain your cool

Don’t be afraid to be a fool

Or be afraid to be fooled

Maybe just go outside and fly a kite

Dance and sing

And move along

For you were not born forlorn

From an eternal pool of Love you sprung

The Sun and Wind see you play

Soon enough you will be dust

No one will remember us

But the Earth and Sky

So go and play

Before you forget

the star falls

A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.

— Jorge Luis Borges

once upon a time there was an old star who had thought it had seen everything…

one day it spied with its timeless eye a small blue gem…

what is this new thing covered in blue water…

suddenly, without warning, the star began to fall…

faster and faster…smaller and smaller…until he could fit on the head of pin…

blackness…and then there was light…a bright wet light…

no memory of who he used to be and was still yet up there in the sky…

one day a bird was heard singing by the Hu-Man boy…

but that is another poem for another time…

many adventures await the Hu-Man…

fly you fools

White Rabbit

There is only one moment and that moment is now.

I am always omnipresent when I write now. I cast my rod out/into the Cosmos seeking nothing and I always find just what I need now.

Why is that?

How is that?

Well….

There is only one Event, not a chained series of events happening in time, the always flowing stream through the center of existence.

The Garden, all flows from the center outward.

That Event is always happening now outside of time, entwined in time.

We were pushed down a rabbit hole by a white rabbit.

You must always follow the white rabbit.

So what brings us to Now?

Presence.

Abiding presence in the flow of the ever happening now.

So what takes us out of now?

Illusions in time.

Can you dig it?

It’s deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp…………

Life As Art

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Banksy – Consumer Christ – Jesus with Shopping Bags

“Chasing after words, pursuing phrases, when will you ever be done?
You run yourself ragged amassing knowledge, becoming widely informed
Self-nature is empty and illuminating, so let things take care of themselves
There’s nothing else I have to pass on.

Clinging, craving and the like
I don’t have them on my mind
That’s why nowadays I can say
“The whole world is truly mine!””

— Zen Master Bankei

breathe free

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hey
you there
slow down
your breath
match mine
there you go
follow me
I’ll take you down
breathing my breath
feeling the flow
now lifting you up
freeing your soul

Dancing Emptiness

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Thou who art I, beyond all I am,
Who hast no nature and no name,
Who art, when all but thou are gone,
Thou, centre and secret of the Sun,
Thou, hidden spring of all things known
And unknown, Thou aloof, alone,
Thou, the true fire within the reed
Brooding and breeding, source and seed
Of life, love, liberty, and light,
Thou beyond speech and beyond sight,
Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire
Kindling as mine intents aspire.
Thee I invoke, abiding one,
Thee, centre and secret of the Sun,
And that most holy mystery
Of which the vehicle am I.
Appear, most awful and most mild,
As it is lawful, in thy child
!” – The Beast