our lives adrift
in causality and flux
catch the wave
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Category: Metaphysics
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ashes to atoms
neutron to quark
karma’s the spark
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your buddha nature
pickled in bourbon
nailed shut with pills
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sutra of lotus
flowering in the mire
galaxies bow down
Welcome To Next Lifetime Party
Everyone and every cat
You’ve ever known is waiting
Waiting, waiting in the dark
With presents and a punchbowl,
Giggling to keep quiet
Waiting for you to come home
From a hard eon’s enterprise
So they can burst forth
In the unexpected light
To shout “Surprise! Surprise!”
Close Relations
The universe is a lot like
An uncle or aunt bringing
Gifts and mussing up your hair
Marveling at your growth
Till you get lazy and ignore
Presents while in deep envy
Of what other kids got.
Then says the Big U,
As the goodies vanish,
“If you don’t value me
Why should I value you?”
Thanks Given
I am a voice in God’s head;
Not lobbying for more
TV, famine, and pestilence
Nor urging Him to paint
Himself blue and run naked
Downtown; instead I praise
His works –the peach, the damson
And, above all, my new grandson.
Sutra
All around and flowing within us
The heart’s blood of waking buddhas
Who open their eyes laughing
Having dreamt we are glasses of water
Deep in wondrous, rhythmic seas.
Waking us eon after eon,
Wheels of manifestation
Send us to create value
And to value creation.
Multiverse Theory
If there are alternative universes
Aztecs and Incas conquered Europe
Ann Frank interviews comedian Adolph
California secedes from the Union
Nigerian email offers are true
Everyone has shelter, food, and cats
There’s a me kinder, more consistent
And a you who still sleeps with me,
Smoothing the edges of Existence.
Crest of the Wave
on the scimitar’s very tip
each little drop
despairs of isolation
theorizes on anniliation
until beyond surprise they
merge in a star driven surge
back to bright and bountiful seas
SAINT SEBASTIAN
My three dimensional cat
Chases the odd glimmer on the wall
Slams himself against a bit of light
And meows for it to surrender.
And isn’t this like our quest
Of Truth, of God, of love;
A bad marriage of physicality
With fickle insubstantiality.
The Speed of Envy
Dreams connect us to alternate
Worlds where my different selves
Live out my different lives and each
Version begrudges his own dimension,
Life always being richer and greener
On other sides of the Continium.
