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District of the svahas Varying the Hanumans In a cave of bliss That rosin, that pancreas We are azure whales Be the prescence of A snow bunting laughs And Krishna Das cries on his harmonium Inka to all beings Let the petals of my mind In a tidal river into the sea Lesser joys darkenedContinue reading “Violin Prayer”

From archetypal tunings And the permanent light of infinity As Elliott Smith’s lyrical brevity Mirrors Warhol’s meta superficiality Anhedonia like Just take the Hemingway Hafiz ripened for 40 years Until his precious endarkenment In a hallucinatory atom A door opens into the poem

Dispassion, passionately Deeper than the flow of it all Heretical like Rimbaud This wearisome century Out to the manic apogee A marrowed luthier

I love to watch you being you In this flickering life A sacred breath or two

What were you before you met me?”“I think I was drowning”“And what are you now?”“Water

Spun from eye to mouth A vortex in the rain I lift the sky higher

Deer in the sky Speaking of this and that Raining cobalt poppies the

“Ideas are to objects as constellations are to stars.” Walter Benjamin

Hobos in the matrix Sartre’s numb flowers Quartz thoughts

Flow with the chimeras As the wildest die And dark thangkas

HYMNUS AD PATREM SINENSIS I praise those ancient ChinamenWho left me a few words,Usually a pointless joke or a silly     questionA line of poetry drunkenly scrawled     on the margin of a quick                    splashed picture—bug, leaf,                   Continue reading

We are all one non-being Salvific as fuck

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“I don’t want to walk or talk about Buddha I just want to see his face”

Why did jazz die? In the manuscripts, tangerines In Bob Kaufmans head

Consecrate this peppermint daze As we busk in the twilights Soaringly the graceful

The double sky arcs And the radio whirls In the iron-persimmons

This dance of the winds As the whales return No kingdom just deer

In the shadow of the luminously tinged I am like an aurochs sought Letting the vanilla hit Spanned of and fluxus This moment is the universed I svaha the deep grooves Avenue of sugar trees Let me transcend that Poet-monkey poet-water

Obtund me, moi The glass chrysalis Samsara in furs Amountainous the Saffronic ways All of your noumenons Listen to poplars Yet at my death The rolling of a starling

Each formless branch sings From the one true dancer Our shoulders lazingly

The parallel blues and mallards An ethereal sigh Out of the beloved winds

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To the glitched out way Of exalted laughters Plucking strings-flowers All things are tinctures Jugalos in orbit And a perfect kelp forest

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E. Stanley Jones, a missionary in India, would say of Gandhi: “There’s only one Christian in the world today – and he’s a Hindu.”

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Masters in the tangled trees As you realize you are God Deep harmony, deep Way of the Way A story of the mobius Unto unto

Noise poets and sacred ones Illumine, illumine

The universe is a soloist Our raw silk Nomad of the archetypes

Frolic in the maize Beyond the idyllic Lift the aquifers Span the centerless Om to Om And a wooden bell Like a flipped out xerox In the gonzo of Songstresses eminating Caves within caves Our suite our lagerkvists

For truly, I say to you, until heaven and earth pass away, not an iota, not a dot, will pass from the Law (dharma) until all is accomplished. Jesus on predestination

In this cacophany, this A geomancy, a rucksack The edge of silent films Intercommunalism and its theater New languages, newer than The last ney flute As though floating lamas To bring the broughtness Compositions of the gods And peaceful panthersz

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I am rewiring that Sentridoh of What falls away from a laugh Inka shomei to the eyelid-less

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The maniac embodied in topaz And a palimpsest of aerials Like wheels in an apple The clock with wings And olived futures, olived The lemony awe of all beings And abolished spiritualities Like a flickering of thyme The caribou’s insurrection And lodestar pathogens Like Solange in a pure egg A thousandth of mulberries And theContinue reading “Toward Our Ghee Futures”

A prescient sky apple Henna and henna and henna The Gobi Desert anarchists And the narrowing of the gate On inked glass eggs And the seric kindnesses Like ear silk and the runic arts Our covenant with the dark lord And seders in aerial space The glyph of meats The invention of vinyl cassettes SpanningContinue reading “Walking With The Red Aloe”

I saw Jesus on the cross on a hill called Calvary“Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?”He said, “Talk of love not hate, things to do – it’s getting lateI’ve so little time and I’m only passin’ through.” — Leonard Cohen

In a life of extremes My crazy friend calls and says That Tab soda cures cancer No tears fall, I am laughing I become cancer, I become the cure I am death too — life’s intimate companion Like a grain of wheat  I meditate on the eternal harvest

Walking around with your head in the cloudsIt makes no sense at allSell yourself short, but you’re walking so tallIt makes no sense at all Is it important? You’re yelling so loudIt makes no sense at allWalking around with your head in the cloudsIt makes no sense at allMakes no difference at allYeah, it makesContinue reading “Husker Du — Makes No Sense At All”

“Human life has no meaning, no reason, and no choice, but we have our practice to help us understand our true self. Then, we can change no meaning to Great Meaning, which means Great Love.” — Seung Sahn, a 20th century cake maker from Hoboken

This is my bougainvillea consciousness It succors each flautist With triads of the glowings Each musician is death like And radiates at the abdomen Like a portrait of carings A God in the volume And the roots pining Like deer thoughts in the sky And frappes for commerce The path of kismet And the orangestContinue reading “The Knowledge of Other Worlds”

For the theory of apples And the melting of scribes And blitzes in the skyfulness A tapioca of blessings Rewilds the fire within Traipsing on a star And pathogens in the walls Like creme raining down on you The door to the orchard opens And emblazons your wrists With storages of the futures And ventriclesContinue reading “The Chamomile Yogis”

The aerial ink is dank Like a matrilineal sky Seer of the grove-heart And a tragicomedy bass line In murmurs of the syruping Like the deer of the deer And the helium feathers Awash in laughter and insights The dhatu is a forest It is xeroxed by my comrades A brilliance of spiralings And glyphsContinue reading “Refugee of the Azure”

The fringe is the center of change It is like a sacred aloe The aperture of the void And its animisms like An ablation of self And the ocher chimeras Like tyrants in the yarrow As the balustrades are adorned And blink with the universe Like capitalists in heaven And the grievous friend Like aContinue reading “Fringe White Trash Art Expo”

Righteous are my oneiric ways The machine of oleanders And soft pulleys The dagger in the mountain And waters that bend Like pylons in the night sky That bleu in the blur And radioscope the heavens With the monde of this and that In outer minds the yarrow Like a caliber of dumspters And theContinue reading “Oblivion In Furs”

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This is our centerless way Beyonce on the speakers And the good mountain Intone the nondual And place heaven and hell together In a unify of kismet Just for Saint Francis and Dahmer The river wandering in a circle Like a book of lupines And the roundness of space Like an azure harp Illuminati cyclonesContinue reading “Form is Mu”

The Buddha within just embraces. Like a circle. Being without being. It is who we already are. It is there equally for the least of us and the best, it is our true home. This is the freedom among all situations. Knowing it intellectually is faith in mind which the scriptures say is one withContinue reading “No Obstruction”

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Asoul and the gazing of nowhere Yeah the whole forehead is gone Like the vortex in the wall Deer lupine and deer ink A shining gradient upon Tartar incense sticks And the embalming of itself Martyrdomlikened and Thoroughly jubileed out The garbaged eyelids And a soapstone currency In brandishing the louvred Like deserts in theContinue reading “Theremin Hearted”

Its taught, the senses and the sense fields are one wholeness.

Let the poet’s forearm and hologram On a bridge of inkstone And these forehead practices On samo rites and samo then The syruping of laughter And forests of forests That is my rouge beserkings And a belles lettres of the mind Recompense for the licked agave And emerald dope in the capillaries Treatise of aContinue reading “The Day is a Breath”

And I am in this flesh bag Like a dream of mistAs the world comes and goes And itself is neitherBut I sigh in the grasses Like a bread or like a wheelI become a bird in the trees And rouse my doubt in itThere is a truer story That has no pagesIt is notContinue reading “To The Way of No Way”

There is no self, there is no other.

In a stanza of flickerings The gold is my marrow And it blossoms on my tongue Like the weft of a rainbow And colossals and collosals The poultice of no self And barricades that sing And Plutarch in his songings The Agape of the rootless And bifurcated hexagrams The doorway to infinite imaginings And boorishContinue reading “The Rising of the Waters”

“If you want the rose, you must respect the thorn.”

To my ocher risings And the lotused out A separate ink and stone A plank in the illumination And plovers and more plovers The seekings of fences And blasted are my foreheads The chasm of waterfalls And forgotten grasses Then a heimlech wonder And doors that open in clouds A theater of dufuses And fleetingContinue reading “Dionysus in Furs & Lavender”

“No one can possibly know what is about to happen. It is happening each time, for the first time, for the only time.” James Baldwin

1 becomes 3; 3 becomes 1 This is the activity of Zen. The nondifferentiated awareness alternates with self, subject and object. This is commonly expressed through breathing. The ultimate small of emptiness breaks apart into inhalation, object which becomes the exhalation, subject that the self experiences. Then the ultimate large of the universe’s emptiness manifests.Continue reading “Fundamentals of Zen”

Immeasurable agave thoughts A reliquary of refineries And sri to the pearlescence A billowing out of branches And the dickering in the isles Like opal trees and opal blackberries The fecunderies of a planet And a washboard’s ambience The soloism of the marrowed And quiescent samsaras A true wing in my mouth And bleeding willowsContinue reading “The Anti Waterfall Project”

In a shepherd’s eye A wondrous Valhalla The rogue uponlikened And the sorcerers of a gradient Amid a pristine louvring The capillary embarkations And these deer songs Lapidary yet enflawlessly The monk of headlessness And tourniquets for hummingbirds That oyster with no palms And the retro tribesmen Who become the navel’s way And bequeath theContinue reading “A Twilight of Chimeras”

The I Ching as a book has 384 changing lines purpotedly with slightly more positive omens than negative. But when you consider that each of the 64 hexagrams has a combination of 64 potential outcomes, there are actually 4096 omens (which are later revealed in the Han Dynasty book, The Forest of Changes). In thisContinue reading “A Condensery of My Last I Ching Post”

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A friend from my outer circle died very quickly and unexpectedly from cancer, within 17 days. Here’s a photo of his of one of his hometowns.

It’s taught that the changing line omens of the I Ching’s 384 lines are slightly more positive than negative. A good sign for our macrocosm. Yet when you factor in all possible line changes where changing lines often occur in multiples those collective omens, its taught, become slightly more negative than positive. Like water (yang)Continue reading “The Light and Dark of the I Ching”

“Don’t rock the jukebox I want to hear George Jones Cuz my heart ain’t ready for The Rolling Stones I don’t feel like rockin Since my baby’s gone So don’t rock the jukebox Play me a country song”

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Zen is not a doctrine, it is the roots of our own experience. Our selfless awareness embraces reality first; swallows the Ganges. Rinzai says to ask a question is already to be wrong! Even the Book of Changes has no completion hexagram. It’s taught the Way has no form. This is what could be calledContinue reading

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