22nd contemplation of desire 2/29/16

Desire reveals an interior greenhouse gardener

that is presenting home-growns for closer observation. 

Desire can be seen as an outcast,

or a romantic realm traveler,

or a villan to the time-warden.

Desire spills stories in minute units of essence

that, by quintessential pheremones, satiates the senses, 

then surfacing as original cause.

Desire often shows the rational to be a petty mind. 

Desire, carried on the steadfast shoulders

of competent behaviors, gives lip service

to life in the dualities realm,

wherever desire is the first-person account

to leave us spellbound and in rapture.

Desire would easily be the original person of self

to give permission for an enlightenment yawn.

linking to spirit (haiku) 2/28/16

feeling connection

linking spirit to spirit

people are present

each rung up 2/27/16

We are prompted and plundered, driven and drawn, separated and linked, by opposing gestures in evolution’s call. Each step in duality’s consent is a rung of ascension although non-directional, non-linear, much like the frame-shift from a flashlight’s sight to a flash flood’s fury. The humility of comprehension necessary for advancement gestures towards oneness. Pronouncement in this regard, echoes up from within the inner canyons of our beings. Each of us as spirit of self, is crouched and has readied ourself to spring into the light of our life form. We are loaded and primed, prepared to explode into the essence of our being, coming home. Yet from outside the domains of our capacities to notice, personal trauma has engaged us in a blindspot kind of clandestine, deviant, energy drain ongoingness. It is immensely obtuse and enormously barren to straightforward views. It is quizzical to the stare-back from the obviousness of life, yet we are given an occasional looking glass view. When this is privately so, there is a presence of a soft but radical inscrutable alarm. The discovery is that there is an unaccounted for keel on the belly-side of life. It doesn’t respond to control, might, justice or to reason. It seem to make life an endless circling without the spiraling that elevates towards much of anything gained or revealed. Yes there are slops and sloshes and blurps and apparent spillages across dimensions from within and around. There are white-hots and sedations opposing in inner dance. There are saddles of separateness and destinations of togetherness in the cross hairs and by the cross weaves that life has to offer. Life is a practical joke for finding all the ways to keep the trauma laughing, to keep the dualities in your sight, and joyous tears in your eyes that stare into the coming ascension beyond the mask of form or fear. For each rung up is the seed-essence expressing our spirit. The new wonders yet to bountifully but uncontrollably unfold, as if by unbridled ascension, storming the pitfalls and the placidity of our otherwise normative lives . . .

for the sake of reflection 2/26/16

Let’s just say that 80 years old is the new 70

and 70 is the new 60 and 60 is the new,

maybe 52 and 52 is the new 44 or 42

and 42 years old is the new 34

and then 34 is the much improved 27 or 28

and 28 is the new 24 and 24 is the new smarter 21

and 21 is, say 18.

While 14 years old is the new 17

and 10 is the new 13 and 7 is the new 9

and 5 is suddenly the new 7 and 3 is 5 and 2 is close to 4

and 1 is sometimes nearly 2 and . . ., and . . . birth!

So what happen to that up-the-mountain-road climb

of dutiful cumulative experience!

Did our engines change

or the up-road get different modifications

or the scenery got way more interesting then before?

Did the mountain itself get taller

but the fueling efficiency more profound?

Did the human collective make this traveling roadshow 

somehow more artfully intriguing?

Is someone secretly editing

more of the life experience texts

for the broadcasts by lots of influential folks?

Wisdom used to be sort of a lockdown prize of aging.

But now, whatever still shots there were

that were so steadfast with meaning

as though preserved for those young-ins,

are yet now, in someway,

more of movies and documentaries

that are informative beyond their years.

The whole anecdotal format has shifted,

somewhat radically but in a low key way.

Look, for the sake of reflection,

what the hell is happening? 

(please discuss amongst yourselves,

damn! . . . and wonder in surmise . . . )

mind as if yours matters 2/25/16

you are not your think.

I know, it’s loud and constant

but consider it as somehow piped in

over an internal speaker system.

suffering is a time dimension presented

as a background song.

it gets louder as you get older

without even adjusting the volume.

the stigma of a linear mind

is that it gets you answers you out live,

logic that defines your limits,

and a one way ticket to who you think you are.

how the mind is mindful

is usually self-consciousness back-talking,

heed, up the ying-yang,

and last moments up on the internal screen

in slow fade as next moment inundates.  

the mind grip makes eventfulness

seem like the proper framing style.

of course, that replaces the moment itself

with outtakes of meaningful,

expectations’ override,

and the force of will, as habits

that do not take no for an answer.

so, thoughts are not the feet or the footwork

of going forward

but they need to be in step with

whatever inspiration, instinct, or intuition

that comes to play your tune . . .