3 New Poems

"Divided"

There is a confusion in my brain
My heart refuses to give counsel
My belly is too busy
Either untying itself
Or chasing butterflies
To pay heed.
Its hectic messages
Simply bruise the confusion in my brain.
The answer is there
With a neon glare
Which my Id refuses to acknowledge.
If I can love two sides to the same coin
Why must I insist that the coin represent
Two beings only?
Surely this can be experienced
On a macro scale
Finding the balance of all within the universe
Seeing we all belong to both sides of
The celestial coin
And can love all as we love one.
That there is truly no difference
In the types of love
Only those names we have placed upon it
Which are so varied as to create a dictionary
On that word alone.
My Id screeches at these truths
Ego joins in the noise
What about the different kinds of relationships?
Is this an Oedipus complex?
No, I've simply been taught that love has many faces
And each is completely different than the others
Each is a separate kind of love
And their boundaries rarely cross.
This
However
Is not so.
Love may have many faces
But each one is fitted over the same exact thing.
However it is manifest
At its core there is no division
The coin is one with infinite sides.
Binding it all, creating it all, destroying it all,
Being All
Is Love.
We are not ready for this
Whispers my heart from its restoration bed
Recovering from its last beating.
To some we show love
To others scorn
The ways to either are ridiculous.
How can we love All
When we behave this way and do not
Want to stop?
Patience is the key
Followed by learning
And conscious observing.
It seems I am running out of excuses.
My gut cries to run away
It can't take it much longer
All this upheaval and Truth.
For the belly betrays us first in all risky matters
And Love is said to be the riskiest of all.
So my mind looks away
Follows a glittering trail
Let Ole Subconscious take a swing.
This is right down its favorite rabbit hole
Usually it reminds the rest what was decided
During its time in the Dreaming.
That magickal place where anything does happen
And all answers are easily known.
If only I could remember how to do that
Here
There would not be a confusion in my brain.


"Sadhu"

To live
Seems to mean
To struggle.
Buddha teaches that when we
Release all of our desires
Our expectations
Our assumptions
Then too shall our suffering pass.
There is a part of me which
Cheers
And yet another which
Rails
In response to this.
It seems on the surface to ask
Us to cease to be human.
But isn't that what the search for enlightenment
Is about?
To become something more than human?
To elevate into a higher No-Thing?
However
In this search we forget that
The quest itself is
A desire
An expectation
An assumption
That there is something to
Work
Towards.
Only when we release
Even this need to be
Something other than what
We are
Does that mysterious
Phenomenon happen.
Or does it?
It seems so easy at times
To let go
Let it all slip from my grasp
And find that place
Which is
No place
And
All places at once.
Something always calls me back
And I find myself
Toiling
Stumbling
Struggling
Suffering
And I have to ask
Why?
What pulls on my silver cord
And grounds me back to this
Fleshly cage
With all of its
Aches and pains
Tortures and torments?
I don't understand
Maybe I'm not supposed to
And this grasping
For knowledge
On the whys
Of human suffering
Is just another thing
I must lay by the wayside
Say
Adieu
And never look back.
If only it were that effortless
Perhaps I am distantly related to
Lot's wife.
Destined to become a pillar of salt
When I cannot turn my back on
That which I love.
Disobeying the Divine
Distrusting that there should be no
Last sight
It seems straightforward
The Divine sees what we mortals do not
But if we are all a part of the Divine
Is it impossible for us to know it all as well?
This appears to be the case for the masses
And for me
As I am not a Bodhisattva
Yet.

"Twirl"

Limits do not exist
They are creations of the mind
Time and Space do not exist
They are creations of the Mind
Fear on the ladder up the genome
Its every 2nd rung
And we can't seem to get rid of it.
Fear is the father of all destruction
Fear breeds ranks
Of Anger
Distrust
Paranoia
Violence
When faced with a radical new view
Fear does his dance
Hoping we will turn away
Or smash until comprehension is
No longer available.
Please check your number and dial again.
You have now entered
The
Void.
That place of Zen No-Thingness.
Here is the black where all colors
Are in the same space
At the same time.
Where there is no separation
One from another.
All co-exists harmoniously
And we consider the Dark side
To be the place of hell.
White is the absence of all color
Within it nothing exists at all
It is true oblivion.
And we consider the Light side
To be the place of heaven.
And yet
And yet
Fear declares that oblivion is the enemy
We must find any way possible
To become
Immortal.
(Dunt Dunt Duuunnn!)
Have you found Waldo yet?
We live in a paradoxical reality
Dictated by our Most Holy Lord
Fear
And His Most High and Mighty
Likes to keep us hiding in the dark
Longing for the light
While holding us in ignorance to the
True Nature
Of both.
Even when we glimpse it
If Fear gets to us before anything else
We turn our backs on the Truth
And try to destroy all evidence
Of its existence.
Maybe the way out
Is just to twirl
And keep twirling
So that Fear can't ever get into our view
And can't even get a hold on us.
Possibly the Dervishes have something
Going with their rites.
We would see
All
If we set our spirits
To twirling.
Don't worry about where
The music will come from.
The universe is already
Providing it.