Poetry Beneath Us All
May 31st, 2009
There is an under current of poetry beneath us all
throw out your words to reach it.
the words that go beyond hearing
sights beyond seeing
there are many words that slide off the tongue readily,
but do no justice to the truth
there is a thrill that we seek
and a balance that we need
and a bargain that we strike
with our demons and
our angels
and the average joe
there just to show
how easy it is
to be outside it all
The song that stays
in the back of your mind
the words that sit
on the tip
of your tongue
Let them go (and choruses of heavenly voices carry them off and away)
Let them go (ditto)
The fear thats churning
through your guts
the crazy thoughts
that drive you nuts
let them go (ditto)
let them go (ditto)
giving life to a dream
one breath at a time
daily devotion
is required
for it to be
that's all
I don't think its a bad dogma, I'm just annoyed with spending the time learning new words to describe the joy I already know in 6th grade english, from my perspective as a deeply skeptical person. I believe some seemingly magical things but in reality it is just that I understand this place a little differently and at times I catch the universe playing with me like I'm its toy of the moment.
Its light shining down around me.
Because it's not a series of answers that I've been looking for but rather a series of questions posed. Creation and I are working together here, not me against it. There are no things that I can hold with my hands, not metaphorically, but subtantially, really really, no things. Only networks of networks.
Nested networks
I don't talk about all the past systems of belief that fit within the framework that I'm describing because it just becomes a history lesson and only confuses things
the beauty way
both the good
and the bad
words are things
and since there are no things really,
this means that words can never truly do reality any justice.
and so we will endlessly beat
around this burning bush
hoping to flush out the truth
keep it simple
authority issues saved my life
when I took my first hit of freebase cocaine I had some thougts. They went like this: "I like this. I like this a lot. This is going to be a problem."
I realized that I was being controlled from the first moment. Having real issues with authority (or so they said) actually was the path that lead me out of addiction.
its better to do your own duty imperfectly than to do anothers however perfectly.
you make money, don't let money make you.
being a wage slave amounts to doing anothers duty.
I have taken a vow to be on strike when it comes to doing things that harm the earth. I find that if you think deeply about things you'll find that the simpler you live the less damage you do to the environment. In sacred honor of those who will come after me.
I'm a gardener not a farmer.
here is why you should chase your dreams
because you're going to strip out everything that doesn't matter. And life will be simpler and joyful
dreaming the second dream
Its better to dream your own dream imperfectly than dream anothers dream however perfect it seems
I only believe in magic as it inspires the hands to bring it into being
when my heart and mind agree, I do.
truly mindful doing only happens when you're on a path with heart.
a nice balance of doing and not doing. This is not to say, equal amounts of doing to not doing,
rather, do no harm, the hippocratic oath of the healer applied to the earth and our environment which requires a very thoughtful use of doing. That is how I inform my actions.
I'm convinced that living simply is the way to prosperity.
I don't see a subtantial difference between crack heads and giant SUV drivers. Except the damage to the environment is greater at the hands of the SUV drivers. Who believe they're perfectly sane, adjusted, custom-fitted, and turbo charged to blast off into the great un-emptiness of post industrial America.
