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AFFIRMATION

i am open
to whatever happens
because i know
that everything has its origin
in the depths of within
where all worlds
are ideated
& created
according to the design
of the infinite mind
through which
my own thoughts
are expressed
in feedback loops
of miraculous
multidimensionality
 

i am free
to experience
limitation ~ or
the illusion thereof ~
so that i can process
the information
borne by the light
of the multitudinous stars
that embody the spirit
of my original
& ultimate
vastness: a vastness
so great it can only
comprehend itself
as the sum-total
of infinitesimal
fragments
 

i am alive
& awake to all
possibilities
& all probabilities
in this most improbable
of all realities
in the eternal
warp & woof of
unfolding mystery
revealing itself
each moment,
each exquisite &
surprising moment,
ever the now
& forever,
of my story
in essence

(2 March 1994)






V-REALITY

Vote for me
The Macho Man said.
Please cast your ballot
In my favour.

If there's one thing
A Macho Man
Can't stand:
It's being told
He's lost the poll.

Empty your boxes;
We'll tally the votes
And pray god the results
Don't add up to a
Low Sperm Count,
For that would be
Tantamount to...

Er, listen, Doctor...
Dear Kindly Doctor,
Kindly doctor the Books
(We are not crooks)
And send that Fat Man the bill!

With your hand in the till
You may do as you will:
Rattle your vinyl seeds
And your styrofoam beads.
You can fool most of the people
Most of the time
But you won't get away with
Trying to cheat Nature.
Isn't that why you're hellbent on
Destroying her?

(13 April 1990)
 

 

A POEM ABOUT THE SEA
I sat on a dead tree
Watching the mighty rollers
break upon the shore
And I said to myself,
"I shall write a poem about the sea!"
Whereupon wave after wave
of appropriate phrases
flooded into my brain
and drowned me.
(1980)
 

TAO!
the omnipotent manroot of infinity
& also the mamawoom magic marshmallow of destiny
let me be transformed
into pure consciousness
i want to be everywhere
i want to be everything
a sailing cloud scudding with ease
across the heavens
wherever there's peace
a pollen grain on a journey in space
a water molecule dropping as rain on your face
AH!
everywhere i go
i get a faceful of trendy hogwash
my feet get stuck in a topical bog
of current affairs
drowning millions of civilians
& their opinions in monster pits of
office glue
i'd generally prefer
to have nothing to do

(1969/1994)







TRUE STORY

i was sitting with my long hair
breathing in the air

a dwarf cycled by
stared hard at me
&
disapproved

(this is a true story
only my name has been
changed to protect
the dwarf)

(28 April 1969)
 

FIRE BURNS
fire burns holes in the socks of logic
chars the shoes of pedestrian thought
on the sidewalks of routine policemen plod
dreaming of arrested growth
flames of fury fanned by impatience
blacken the sides of daily habit
and on the jagged shore the ocean roars
hungry for the sands of time
forgotten lies the fallen truth
half-buried in the media ooze
below the horizon of insanity
humanity drowns in fear
(1975)
 

AN EPILOGUE OF SORTS
The quick brown fox of intuition
jumps over the lazy dog of intellect.
In the cavern shadows gather round the stew
or huddle in crannies (but only on weekends)
to hear Platonic oratorios rendered inoffensively
by descendants of Aristotle and his Orchestra of
Broken Winds.
The flatulent frog of financial success
hops over the fraudulent toad of commercial excess.
Leaving a definite whiff of death and decay.
The dead red bleeds through a yellow flag
into the deep blue of oceanic woe.
It's only a nightmare of carnival ponyrides
driven by the slave power of wild horses
captured in their sleep.
I wake up to the green tones of birds and squirrels
trying to hold back the afternoon.
Morning is too short and the nights are too long.
With rings under their eyes and through their flaming
nostrils, froth on their lips and electrode scars
on their skulls, the foreign legionnaires of the insane
shriek through the streets:
"Unplug the juggernaut!"
But their thin voices are drowned by the traffic.
I watch from the tower safe behind glass
and the sight of crawling humanity turns my reality
into a desperately dull movie with only one redeeming
feature: there are no credits
and all the blame goes to no one
except us.
Yes, us. Because we are too busy with our hands
to bother thinking what kind of world we are making
with our minds.
So we leave it all to the Experts.
Whose minds are not their own anyway,
since nobody gets to be an expert who won't surrender
his soul to Mammon & Moloch. And an entire pantheon of
pathetically false gods, worshipped neither by animal
nor vegetable nor mineral -
only by a benighted humanity half-awake to itself,
half-asleep in pyjamas of scientific concupiscence,
abusing itself in fear and guilt,
never knowing ecstasy.

(1976)






theOlogy

she's an Oist
she doesn't believe
in GOD

she believes in
GOOD

she doesn't believe
in only one
GOOD

she believes in many
GOODS

she's polytheistic
but realistic

GOODS ARE GOOD
she says
proving
that
Oism
goes
well
with
Consumerism

(1990)

HOW I ENVISAGE MY OWN DEMISE
I'm vaguely hungry.
But I'm too lazy to eat.
(11 April 1990)
 
 

BE!
You have nothing to lose
but your limitations.
When you find out
who you really are
you will wonder:
how could I ever
have been such an idiot?
And you will laugh.
Laugh loud and long,
perhaps burst into song
like a bird ~ and fly
away from the past
that binds you
to endless lifetimes
of sorrow and regret.
You will rise like the Sun,
and smile at the horizon
of your new life,
saying: "Glory to all,
for all that exists
is a glory unto the One."
When you have had enough
and you are tired,
you will sleep
and dream once again,
for there is no end
to that which has no beginning,
Bliss Eternal:
BE!

(1972)
 
 

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