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Poetry
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1.
Love is illusive.
Abbey told me---
he once fell in love with a dress
It was love at first sight
when I met my wife and her shoes.
The other day---
I was nearly done in by a haircut.
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2.
Nancy says men are such fragile creatures.
I tend to think she’s right.
Especially on dark nights---
when she holds and anchors me
as I wander the world of dreams.
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3.
At this particular moment in time.
Lost,
I try to reach out,
not knowing your name or who you are
Lost,
I see you as one of many,
absorbed into those who have been here before.
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4.
Last
night
while
doing
those
things
neither
done
in
public
nor
in
the
privacy
of
ones
home
I
became
acutely
aware
of
my
hum
drum
day
to
day
quality
of
existence.
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5.
At cocktail parties
people ask me what I do.
I
used to tell them
I
am an architect.
The reaction of the women was astounding.
I
Would go home and thank
my
lucky stars--- and Ayn Rand.
These days, however I’m not so sure.
I’ve sort of done a mental shift,
so I answer vaguely
jjust hanging out - or
I
speak of
my
latest interests ---
sometimes there's no stopping
me.
The way I figure,
I’m either expanding my consciousness
or going through an identity crisis.
Depends on where
you
are coming from.
Most people relate to me
iin terms of
them-
selves. So take
your
pick. - it might be all or none of the above.
Regardless,
Muktananda says I am the self.
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6.
Last night I saw her,
old,
for the first time.
An orange dress with horizontal white stripes,
accentuated,
the loss of shape.
Oh
my
mother
should
know
better.
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7.
A moment of silence ---------------------------
For all those souls
not immortalized
by a New York Times
obituary.
Someone once said:
One may move
so well
that a foot print
never shows.
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8.
Kati you lived with me for six months
and I never let you unpack your bags.
In the fog you showed us the trees,
draped with burlap, as beings from another plane,
and we were transported!
One day, upon looking into your eyes,
all the women I had ever loved appeared.
I saw a creature -
ageless and naked as an animal.
I was in the depths of your being;
Frightened, --- I had to leave!
After you’d gone I began thinking you an illusion.
You lived a fantasy---
our name, accent, origins, --- all were invention.
Now years later I know;
You were more real than I could ever be.
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9.
Limited communications:
Helen of (cosmopolitan) Troy
llaunches one thousand ships.
Progress:
Mass media masturbator of men’s minds
motivates one million men
to manipulate their penises
upon a monthly maidens centerfold
harnessing enough energy, enough energy, enough energy,
to send a man to the moon
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10.
Permutations of past and future
imposing upon the present.
Only if if only
only if if only
only if only if only if.
Only if if only
only if if only
if only if only if only.
If only only if
If only only if
if only if only if only.
If only only if
If only only If
only if only if only if.
Only only if
only only if
only if only if only if.
Only only if
only only if
if only if only if only.
If if only
if if only
if only if only if only.
If if only
if if only
only if only if only if.
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11.
Poem with two voices
1 At the tax office
2 He was told he couldn’t deduct his mother
1 She was seventy six
2 He was told
1 and lived in Russia
2 He couldn’t
1 on a small pension
2 deduct his mother
1 He sent her money
2 He was told
1 She was not an American
2 he couldn’t
1 She was his mother
2 deduct his mother
1 He would never see her again.
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12.
July 24,
I want everything,
everyone,
everywhere,
whenever I choose.
I dream.................
a magic machine,
to see anything,
anyone,
anywhere,
anytime I choose
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13.
One never enters
the same river
twice.
I mourn (for myself)
as each moment
I die
little by little
in increments
over time
so slowly
I don’t even know
it’s happening.
I rejoice
for as I die
I am released
from the past
so I can move toward the light
and (my) final renewal.
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14.
Who
knows
where
I’ll
wind up.
An old fish
swimming
as usual
upstream,
or
floating
blissfully
with
the current?
Maybe
I’ll
take
the bait,
or
perhaps
I’ll
simply sit back
and
watch
the worms
wriggling
on the hook.
I could go either way.
We’ll
just
have
to
wait
and
see
what
happens.
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15.
I ride the metal monster
to work in a pool of perspiration.
The crushing noise
forces me
to write louder.
Can you hear me!
We sit in silence
in this growling monster papered
with hemorrhoid tabloids.
Cures which cause disease.
Vistas of sunny lands
lobotomies of the mind.
People crying out with
scribbled names
and street numbers.
“I am”
in this world of monsters.
“Could you please turn your radio lower”
“ Fuck you - move”
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16.
Each day
I
maintain
my body,
only to find
the sea once more
at my sand castle.
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17.
We
are closer
than you think,
not even
a breath
apart.
People
share air
as fish
share water
Would
you
drink
the water
a stranger
spit
out?
A fish
does
not get
upset
at
this
idea.
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18.
As the
age of the
BIG BANG theory
approaches our edges of existence
everything accelerates
manifesting as fear of death
and
time equals money.
Our lives
of inundation
are eaten
by useless
information
imagined
by minds
running amuck.
Deluded
into thinking
by naming,
the unknowable
is known;
not knowing
knowing is knowing
and
beyond mind.
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Brainwashed
science junkies,
hoping
to live forever;
cutting out
the bad parts,
hooked on pills,
and transplanting
our way
to eternity
while taking
better care
of
our cars
than ourselves.
For
those
who
remember,
before the BIG BANG,
there was ‘no bang’
and real leisure time.
Stay
centered
or time
and
quality
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Other
peoples
lives
often
sound
more
exciting
than
our own;
condensed
into two hours
they are
exotic.
In reality
they have
their
moments,
days,
years,
where nothing
seems
to be
happening.
Yet it is the
little moments
of
nothing
where
everything
occurs.
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19.
Romance,
always past
or
future
cannot exist
unless you’re
present.
Unedited,
life
appears
boring;
it
cannot endure
as a book
or movie;
only
insomniacs
would pay
to watch.
Accomplishments.
titles,
and
labels,
seem infinitely
more
interesting
than they
really
are.
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20.
John asked me
if I practiced
austerities.
According to Roman law,
Yamasakis’ son
should be sentenced
to spend the rest of his days
wandering the twin towers
of the World Trade Center.
Five days a week
I ride in a metal box
lined with marble,
(a kinetic coffin)
sixty four floors
to a place
with windows
that don’t open
and mullions spaced
so you can’t fall out
or jump.
The sun
becomes secondary
as I enter
a fluorescent world
filled with stale recycled air,
and white noise
that subdues the silence.
Isolated
in an
eight by eight
foot cubicle,
an illiterate intellectual,
I sit at my de(ath)sk
watching the world go by (buy);
a Sisyphus pushing papers
from in box to out box.
In order to survive,
I tell myself
t might have been worse;
I could have wound up
in someone else’s poem.
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21.
What begins
must end,
though in reality
it never started.
We’ve
been doing
this dance
forever,
so just
for the
record,
and
Cole Porter,
The Beguine
never began.
Static.
Beginnings
and
endings,
fixed pockets
in time,
where we
get stuck
in the mind.
Where
do you go
when
you dream?
Where
do you go
when
you die?
Where
do you go
while
you're alive?
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Life
is in the between,
flowing,
with
endings beginning
and
beginnings ending
side by side.
Remember,
we’re all
on this
path together,
each
within our own width,
waiting
for a free ride.
So
let go
to
maintain
momentum,
while
not
over minding
this
creation
of Oz.
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22.
I often sit,
in the control booth
of my body,
orchestrating
various parts
while planning
my life.
Sometimes,
at these times,
I wonder,
can I change;
have I changed;
and who am I?
There have been times
I’ve been fooled
into thinking
I’ve changed
by changing
externals.
Obviously,
like it or not,
this body changes,
and,
to some extent,
it can be
consciously
changed;
but do I change?
Am I not the same
from the time
I cannot remember
before I was born;
and
won’t I be the same
when this body
is no more.
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What about
the times
I am startled
by a voice,
from
another body,
under
a similar spell,
speaking to me
in ways
which do not mirror
the image
I have of myself.
Occasionally,
there’s
a part of me
that feels
alone
ashamed,
unloved,
uncertain.
Again,
this is not
who I am,
nor can
ti ever
affect me.
Now
the question is,
where is,
the control booth?
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Sometimes
it’s in my heart,
sometimes,
my head,
other times,
my belly,
or my loins.
I realize
the more I sit
in my heart,
the more in touch
I am with who I am.
I know
I do not change;
I cannot change,
no matter
how hard I try.
I can only surrender
allowing myself
to be the One
I truly am.
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23.
Penetrate appearances,
where
there is no other,
and
you will find God.
Enter the space
between the breaths,
where
there is no other,
and
you will find God.
Love yourself
where
there is no other,
and
you will find God.
Be aware of sameness,
where
there is no other,
and
you will find God.
Above all,
help those in need,
where
there is no other,
and
you will find God.
Remember,
the secret is
there is no other;
there is only God.
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24.
If we drink
Canada dry
what
will
they
do?
Advertising,
where
rewrites
make
wrong.
I’m confused;
Did Jesus
walk
on soda?
Moses
part
the Pep Sea?
Columbus
snort
Coca Cola;
or
was
that
you and me?
What ever
happened
to H20
and
Diet Water?
Didn’t
the doctors say
it‘s
no good
for your aorta?
My cat Ufo
only drinks
P u r r r i e r !
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We easily learn
to parrot
from parrots,
accepting opinions
and
news
for knowledge;
lost in rituals
and
prejudice
we gather facts
which tend
to change
with change,
and collect
Information
which makes
no difference in
the why of the
why we are here.
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To remain round,
we must search
with
and within
our hearts
for the truth
and oneness
of our souls,
ever watchful
of being
invaded
and
violated
by the density
of righteousness
and
dogma
as we face
flatness
with the fourth
dimension of love.
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25.
Remember when
the earth was flat;
don’t be so sure
it was before
your time,
as
each age has
its own form
of flatness.
What need
we know
of this world
and
of this time,
for
in its essence
it is no different
than any other.
We are born round,
slowly gathering
invisible edges,
shaped
and
subdued
by gravity,
and those
who have been
flattened
before us.
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26.
We traveled west,
translucent,
in a white wagon,
painting the clouds
on our way,
unknowingly
mooed by cows with Martian green eyes
in the valleys
of the dark night,
while
climbing hills and
scattering
our youth
in the dusk.
When we arrived,
it was time to leave,
and riding a rainbow
into luminescence
we departed.
Never to be seen again.
Never to be seen.
Never to be.
Never.
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27.
Have you ever
wondered why
you’ve chosen
to incarnate
at this
particular time
and
place in space.
Under such
peculiar
circumstances
with these
strange
people
and
pets?
How often
in the past,
and
won’t you,
in the future
ask
“Why have I
come back
again?”
And
haven’t
you
promised yourself
never
to return
so
why are
you here
again?
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Did you forget
something?
We always do
once
we’re
here.
Did you
bring it
with you
and
will you share
it,
or
just forget
about it?
Business
as
usual...
and
you’ll
be back
again.?
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28.
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Knowingly
and
unknowingly
I’ve accumulated
baggage.
There’s a weight limit
on the return trip,
Zero...
with no exception,
and
if you smuggle
mental stuff,
back it comes
next time around.
I think it’s time
to unpack
and live
because
I’m on standby!
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29.
Fifty five
years ago
I arrived
empty handed,
not recalling
other times,
an affliction
common to man:
Alzheimer’s
of past lives.
What happened
to my itinerary,
the stuff I came
to work out,
and
souvenirs
of what
and
for who?
I soon lost track
of earth time;
and
birthdays,
which began
in celebration
of arrival
became signals
for departure.
Youth
never believes
in round trip
tickets.
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30.
Do you
recycle
the garbage
of your mind
into the
collective
un -
consciousness?
GMF,
Garbage Mind Frequency,
broadcast
by
media
and
people’s
'should have done’s
and
didn’t do’s.’
Dumping
nonstop nonsense,
instant replays
of fear
and worry
defying reality;
blow by blow
anxiety imaginings
of no importance
or interest
in the ultimate
scheme of things;
energy drainers,
obstructing freedom
and
forming toxic waste.
Obviously
I could
go on and on and on,
however,
no one
wants to
step in
mental excrement,
no matter
how fertile it is.
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31
Poets
are often
eaten alive;
their flesh
can be
quite tender.
At one time
I ate dead bodies
with the
best of them,
never fully
understanding
the implications
and
the pain
of how
they arrived
at my table.
Then one day
the desire
to eat
empty houses
of souls who
have left
or been
forced to
evacuate,
was gone.
What to do?
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With no
effort,
not knowing
how or why;
just as
some people
no longer
wish to work,
brush their teeth,
exercise,
or
swim in the sea
in dead of winter,
my desire left me.
What to do?
I imagine
human beings
as quite tasty
and would
just as soon
eat
a cow,
a cat,
a dog,
a pig,
as a poet.
Sometimes
I wake up
in a cold sweat
to the sounds
of vegetables screaming!
What to do?
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32.
I’ve spent
a great part
of my life
waiting,
not fully fitting in,
for
something
to happen.
Always in
the future,
hardly
ever present
to the present,
fixating
on
fantasies,
not comprehending
the world
in which
I pitched my tent;
invariably
with
the feeling
of being
passed by,
and
an inkling
of just
around
the corner,
and
how
things
should be.
It was not
until
I met him
that the defenses
of my being
crumbled
and I opened
to the flowers
of life.
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33.
Don’t be fooled,
no one
has it easy;
there are lessons
we're here
to learn.
Saints,
like everyone else
are formed
by life;
only
they merge
with the river,
whereas
the rest of us
think
we can
modify the current.
That’s all
well and good,
but how can
I become
one of them?
I know
what to do;
still it
doesn’t happen.
It’s this fear
of letting go
and of losing it.
I need to drink
the Saints Cocktail: a leap of faith
mixed with grace
and hold the mind.
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34.
Yes it’s true.
I’ve heard whispers,
and
there’s always
room for rumors.
You say
I write a good game,
all this
holy crap;
you’ve seen me
in action,
and
I don’t always
do as I should,
and
you heard
about.....
Do you know
how this makes
me feel?
God knows I try.
Please remember
I’m only
a poet saint
in training
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35.
Word has it
that
everything
is God.
If this is true
do you
realize
the consequences
of what
this means
and
could lead to?
My God!
It’s like we’re
walking down
the street
and
we ask
directions:
and
it’s God talking to God!
Everyone
and
everything
is God!
The street,
our clothes,
the air,
our word,
is God!
Thank God!
Someone is walking
his doG,
His God
backwards
and
we step in God!
Holy shit!
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36.
I close
my eyes
in contemplation.
Tears.
Silence.
Love.
Meeting Him
changed
my life.
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37.
Do you know what I’m sayin?
Language
just gets in the way.
I’m sayin what I’m sayin
That’s what I’m sayin.
It bothers me
that no one can ever
know me,
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
You know what I’m sayin?
and to what extent
I am understood
is unknown to me.
Do you know what I’m sayin?
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
You know what I’m sayin?
Language really
gets in the way,
You know what I’m sayin.
Do you know what I’m sayin?
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
You know what I’m sayin?
and
media adds
to the confusion.
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I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
You know what I’m sayin?
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
I’m sayin that’s what I’m sayin.
No one listens.
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
You know what I’m sayin?
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
I’m sayin that’s what I’m sayin.
Do you know what I’m sayin?
There’s this fear.
That’s what I’m sayin.
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
You know what I’m sayin?
You know what I’m sayin?
I’m sayin what I’m sayin.
That’s what I’m sayin.
You know what I’m sayin?
I’m sayin let’s stop sayin,
and share the silence of love.
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38.
My mother left me
October 6, 1993
6:10 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
Death is so matter of fact.
It just happens,
so nonchalant,
a finality on earth.
She was here;
now she is gone. Something’s missing from my life
and can never be replaced.
Nothing can be said;
nothing can be done.
For all the mundane,
we were deeply connected.
Love exists
in another place,
at another level,
in no time.
Death leaves tears of sadness.
My only hope is to bathe
in the grace of your love.
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59.
And then
one day
you
will be
no more.
Dead.
Erased.
Effaced
from
the
face
of
the
earth.
You
will be
no more.
One day
you
will b
no more.
One day.
Some day.
Tomorrow
will be
today
for sure,
and
I
will be
no more.
Dead.
Erased.
Effaced.
Embraced
by earth.
No more.
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40.
The vessel
shatters.
Etherial,
flying,
floating.
Suspended.
Whirling,
whorling,
weightless.
Neither
coming
nor
becoming.
Tossed
out
of
time.
No longer
breathing,
eating,
thinking,
shitting.
Shifting
softly,
sailing,
soaring.
No
more
waiting,
watching,
wondering.
Luminescent
void.
All
and
nothing
everywhere.
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41.
If
blind people
can see
the inner light.
And
deaf people
can hear
the inner sound.
How
can you
who have everything
not embrace God?
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42.
From
the
moment
we
are born
life
is
going,
going,
gone.
Who
were
you?
Why
were
you?
What
were
you?
In
fifty words
or
less
were you?
Did you go
poof,
or
did you leave
proof
for
others
to clean up
after you?
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43.
In silence
I am free
from the world
of this dream.
You are the sun.
I am your moon,
full with reflection.
I am alive!
Your love,
the flame in my heart,
will burn forever and ever.
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44,
Dissolve
into
nothingness
and
you
are
everything.
Disappear
If
you
can.
Evaporate!
Disintegrate!
Burn!
Fire
Water
Ether
Dust
Become
a
star
if
you
must.
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45.
Better
to
live
in the time
you live
rather
than
live a
lie.
According
to
fortune cookie
philosophy,
Confucius says:
May
you
live
in
in-
ter-
est-
ing
times.
Confusing saying
What?
Makes
no
sense.
Utter
non
sense!
Facetious
fortune
cookie
lose
something
in
trans-
lat-
ion?
Boring
people
may
seem
to
be,
but
never
boring
times.
Remember
there’s
always
some
thing
hap-
pen-
ing
inside.
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46.
When
we
come
from
our
heart
we
know
what
to
do.
There
is
no
need
for
talk.
There
is
no
need.
Talk
is
from
the
mind.
It
breeds
separation.
Relationships
are
from
the
mind.
We
don’t
know
what
to
do.
Let’s talk about it.
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Is
our
relationship
going
where
we
want
it
to
go?
Talk about it.
Or
is
it
in
trouble?
Let’s talk.
I know !
We’ll
start
over
as
though
nothing
had
ever
happened.
Talk.
Great idea!
When
do
you
want
to
start ?
Tomorrow.
The End
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47.
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48.
Now
is for a moment
and
yet
it is always now.
Constantly changing,
now
can never be again
and
never was before.
Now
is
now.
Not now
is
not now
and
of the mind.
History and dreams
are
not now
and
separate
usfrom
our
selves.
Within
the
unmoving center
of
now
resides
the
stuff of everything
known as
God.
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49.
Maybe
I’ll take
a verbal fling.
Maybe
I’ll go
for broke.
Maybe
I’ll move
into another state,
and
merge with God
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50.
Everyone
knows
a cloud
can never
attach itself
to the earth
no
matter
how
hard
it
tries,
and
a mountain
can never
float
in the sea
or
the heavens
for
all
it’s
desire.
So
why
do we
insist
on
pissing
into the wind
when
we can
reach God
by simply
turning around?
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51.
Isn’t it odd?
If something
cmes
in a dream
we
say
wow!,
wonder
of
wonders!,
and
accept it
as
a sign
from above
and
as being
revealed;
Isn’t it true?
And
have you
ever
wondered
why
we deny
all
that we are
and
all
that we have
in this
so called
waking state?
The dilemma is:
Am I Chuang Tzu
dreaming
I’m a butterfly
or
a butterfly
dreaming
I’m Chuang Tzu ?
Don’t you know?
It’s really so simple.
Chuang Tzu,
the butterfly,
you
and
I,
all are God.
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