Meditation Poems

Egyptians divided us up around 6000 years ago with a duodecahedron twelve twelve twelve hours days months so that we may examine our lives every 365 days with an entirely arbitrary measuring stick to beat ourselves with life is life is life and it is for the living

having recognized a well put thing this human bought a book of poetry excited to prolong a simple joy

no clean clothes was a very old soul and a very old soul was he he wandered around in the middle of the night tripped over his three friends who knows what they were doing

nature is the first language nature is the only language

a careful overweight male settles in a chair drawing attention to every gesture as if preparing for something something more real

looking around it's comforting knowing most of these couples will end up in bed together snuggling and such

goodness (me)

why make oneself smaller? why make oneself a part rather than the whole of awareness? configuring a small part and holding it ransom for means, when all the means are already there and your greed or insecurity is for something more out of a misunderstanding of the nature of yearning you can't have peace of mind with a piece of mind

awareness fails full integration in the one moment when it contracts in order to focus on the small (which doesn't exist) the future (which doesn't exist) the other (which doesn't exist) improvement (which doesn't exist)

your thought-forms challenge peace itself to create reasons for being your thought-forms they ask awareness itself to admit to motive and shape reason and angle time and need price per pound to take up a sword so that you have something to swing all out of fear of losing a grasp on this idea of yourself in your mind

nervous café girl chooses to smile (or else the smile chooses) as I glance to discover what the matter is of something coming my way

inquire within apply within

he longed for an experience unworthy of poetry yet in his longing he created one anyway

her body sloppy her mind ripe with impeccable symmetr y her blouse a tightened brown

tell yourself why put it off any longer this moment is for you it cannot be reported it will be lost tell yourself the truth the truth of this moment

the word "hello" on an otherwise empty page can feel so intimate when you know it was someone reaching out to you Hello

there is only one mystery and there is a reason we call it a mystery howsoever, it is not here to evade you it is here to embrace you

(for Carlos Castaneda) everyone DOES work for the same hungry eagle consciousness ever reporting back to source "this way works like this" subject to an evolving understanding of how nature's prowess kicking us about with new-found refinement

kaya is the body maya is illusion the illusion of the body I would run across fields wearing a pillow case cape when I was a kid calling out "kayamaya"

you won't be able to tell as this is now typed up but this pen sucks even as it spills ink

if the proton will not spin then nothing will begin and everything I have to say would just collapse (implode) beyond recognish-within and all who climb through kingdoms and those who dream of dreaming would all go home empty-handed and lockwashers would all lie flat making ends meet and beginnings a thing of the past

the experience that I am after is the one before it nothing is wrong but what I would have there be taught as I was to yearn after something I couldn't learn

stay in beauty manage it all below the neck stay in the heart navigate well break the sting and strife of calculating life

it seems appropriate to be writing a poem about Tiger Woods as he is in the media due to personal choices that attract attention we have all been there (not in the spotlight so much) but having made poor choices let's leave the dude alone so he can have the space to make another choice without all the stuff that is not even his (i.e. our stuff)

how am I doing? there is no way to tell there is no time there is only the witnessing of shapes, color, circumstance nuances and created meaning nature and fetish with a little relish and 360 degrees of importances held up by the four corners of the universe that easily collapses into a single party favor found in the deepest part of the one and only