SUGAR FOR SALT
May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions
Be sure never to let your fear
Seed hatred toward others
May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions
May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions
If you’re not part of the solution
Then you’re part of the problem
May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions
SECOND SIGHT
The path at my feet
Writhes with tangled letters which
Ooze life but no words
Just as the separate frames that constitute a reel of film conjure up a continuous reality. (With this reality itself but an illusory imagining of the director, the writer, the actors.
I recall reading of a Buddhist master who, when asked about the nature of reality, enlightenment or some such – I don’t remember the exact question – I have slept many times since then – said nothing but snuffed out a nearby candle and relit it immediately.
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RAINBOW BRIDGE
“All the world’s a stage”
…..SUBSTANCE
The original Unset of the Show was One
But with no Set the Show could not be shown
So the Formless Form, to see who it might be
Formed an Idea called Reality
Dissolved its unity into two
The Projection Room and the Angel/Man you
The freedom of the sands of Time was formed into bricks
And this ordering of freedom was named Politics
…..SPACE
Angels are mermen who swim in the See
But dwell for a season in the Sardine Factory
In the Sardine Factory they all become Preachers
And everyone has their uniform, even the art teachers
At the door of the Projection Room some aspect of your Mother
Dressed up as an usherette is bound to stop you, brother
To see that you’re not taking any matches through
And everyone is Man/Angel/Mother/Politician/Me/You
…..RAINBOW BRIDGE
As the One/Not One became two, don’t forget
That three and four were needed to complete the Set
Nothing motivates like a puzzle unsolved
So three possible forms of Politics were evolved
The Politics of East/West, Experience and Ecstasy
And each Sardine was held by the four Chains of the See
The four major suits in the Game That Binds
Substance, Space, Power … and Time
(Rainbow Bridge is the game and the place where we play it
Though those who sense this transience may seldom dare to say it)
…..POWER
So the Sardine can be Man the Seer
And sit in the stalls with a can of beer
Or the Politician and Moral Defector
And sit in a Cabinet and run the Projector
He can be Mother and remain on the ground
Ushering all the others around
Or escape into Angelic Space and See
– If not he is inevitably all the other three
…..TIME
The Politics of East/West race the projector hour by hour
And try to hold the trumps of Time to make a bid in Power
The Politics of Experience hold the film at one small frame
Know Now and Here is Nowhere and it’s (really) all the same
The Politics of Ecstasy require you bring a match
And set light to the held frame – celluloid burns like thatch
Wave Politics goodbye, let the Freedom of Angels float
Smuggle in a match and don’t forget to register to vote …
…..With acknowledgements to R. D. Laing (The Politics of Experience), Timothy Leary
…..(The Politics of Ecstasy) and Robin Williamson (U), himself owing something to
…..L Ron Hubbard’s MEST.
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THE NUREMBERG DEFENCE
Spending your whole life
Locked in power saving mode
Hardly the answer
PAIN
“Why is it so hard for some to show and others to see?”
Perhaps it is the fear of pain.
It is widely believed that the opposite of love is hatred, but closer examination reveals that the true opposite of Love is Fear; hatred always has its roots in Fear.
Fear makes us close up and deny; Love invites us to open and share.
Perhaps it is only when we readmit Love that the healing of the pain can begin.
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ENLIGHTENMENT
In the beginning
I sought only to escape
After a while
I sought for achievement
On a good day
All there is is offering
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IMMIGRÉ
It’s tough living here
Concealment and masquerade
Sap my energy
Among “friends and family”
Mobiles don’t let you phone home
BUTTERFLY
Asleep
Awake
Dreaming
Clear of how or why
We glide on two wings
The amaranthine sky
Dreaming
Awake
Asleep
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INTERSTELLAR ADVENTURERS
They kept worlds alive
Long enough to launch themselves
On fresh destruction
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FIRST THINGS FIRST
One cannot transcend
Without something to transcend
Stop running away
It’s not time to be perfect
Just learn to be where you are
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SUBTERFUGE
Two eyes we’re given
Luring us into 3D
When there’s so much more
NATARAJA
See Shiva shiver
From the cold? Or ecstasy?
Who feels it knows it
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“Nataraja, is a depiction of the Hindu God Shiva as the cosmic dancer who performs his divine dance to destroy a weary universe and make preparations for the god Brahma to start the process of creation.”
THE PLOT
So here’s the thing
The bones of the plot
Indentured – sent here to seek out
Some divinity’s golf ball
Lobbed ineptly into the rough
And lost the plot, dammit
What to do now then?
Make it up as you go along I s’pose
Keep up appearances
Develop the plot – obfuscate
Protagonist or antagonist?
Still working on that one
Nosing into who knows what
Nosily, noisily researching
Day by day, day after day
A gradually unfolding autobiography
Maybe already recorded elsewhere anyway
Plots within plots within plots
Move the goal posts – travel
Pick up a few subplots – partner, children
The odd sour note – bastards!
Relieve the monotone at least
Fandangle, froufrou, superfluity
At the end of the day
Still, no use complaining
Go check the codicil
Play the victim, all innocence
Perhaps in a sense I am
Though inner sense tells me
’twas I…
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BIT PART
Anonymous, unavowed
This unremarkable string
Fastened in place with pegs
To the harp’s framework
No specific name or title
Beyond the one designated
Conventionally to this one
Frequency of vibration
In one among various
Tonal systems – Pinned
The name, the tone, is true
Only if the string is stretched
To one unvarying degree
Not too tense, nor too slack
That one pure perfect note
Which, plucked over and over
Soon becomes monotonous
Quite void of all interest
A bore, dull and tedious
No wonder – Look at the word
Shush, they’re about to begin
The harp gives angelic voice
Our unremarked string sings
No longer a sole monotone
Key note in the heavenly choir
It’s time. The game is up.
CAPTIVATED
Pesky boundaries
Are part of the illusion
If not the whole think
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A sip of wine
A hint of melody …
Hallowed foundations
Shift ungoverned
Melt into lavaflows
Unleash unadmitted yearnings
Challenge this paltry masquerade
Yelled from minaret or pulpit
Hounded by fatwa and heresy
Across the centuries, this dented I
Which has, for all of that brouhaha
Such shallow roots
Must be why they ban
These dangerous demons
Intoxication, music,
Dancing, sex
While we for our part
Fight tooth and nail
To retain or else regain
These royal roads
Home
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You? Me? These others?
… Ambient Intelligence
Living out some dream.
Our science and religion?
Blind grapplings toward the truth.
