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“Nobody really knows what they are doing” – Conan O`Brien
to James Lipton explaining the advice he gives to new interns on producing his show
Nobody really knows,
what they are doing.
Stitch the winter quilt
pastiche hide and thread,
The summer fades intentions
and will carpet our hut’s hard ground.
Nobody really knows,
what they are doing.
The gamely prey runs
from the hungry apex’s track,
Quicker step, quicker wit, better luck
decides who survives the night.
Everyone today says,
they know what they’re doing.
Congratulate ourselves
for the high rise cities we draft and build,
Earth shakes and levies break
We drowned in our cities,
and suffocate under the weight
… of beastly uncertainty.
revised draft… previously posted poem.
Surrealism:
the fallacy that dreams are
where a mind roams with freedom…
the fallacy that dreams are
where a mind roams with freedom…
Meditation:
the realization that wakefulness is
where a mind forms freedom.
mind takes form
form of body,
body takes form
form of connecting,
connecting takes form
of being,
being takes form
form of emancipation.
emancipation of unreal ghostly formless dreams.
for what haunts in the night…
will continue to hold on
if not for the days work
on freedom.
I know it’s a little early for the Summer reruns. These poems have been posted at Cafedog’s Canteen previously:
Submissions
the hardest part of submission
is trusting intuition
through all the compositions
grieving the gripping complexities
grieving cerebral tendencies…
yet our matter shall soon be free
Back to stardust, void or deity.
submission’s painful irony
the willingness to be free
is within our phenomenology
the painful loving life journey.
the hardest part of submission
is finding peace with our composition
and trusting intuition.
the hardest part of submission
is trusting intuition
through all the compositions
grieving the gripping complexities
grieving cerebral tendencies…
yet our matter shall soon be free
Back to stardust, void or deity.
submission’s painful irony
the willingness to be free
is within our phenomenology
the painful loving life journey.
the hardest part of submission
is finding peace with our composition
and trusting intuition.
Dhyana
Here,
In the ceremony of
Ordinary Things,
Beauty persists,
Profundity permeates,
I have forgotten my mind
I have surrendered my body
Now, the world prevails inside.
Here,
In the ceremony of
Ordinary Things,
Beauty persists,
Profundity permeates,
I have forgotten my mind
I have surrendered my body
Now, the world prevails inside.
what words these are, I cannot speak
of this moment with nature.
they bind me to other people.
the silence emancipates us.
of this moment with nature.
they bind me to other people.
the silence emancipates us.
Here,
In the ceremony of
Ordinary Things,
Beauty persists,
Profundity permeates,
I have forgotten my mind
I have surrendered my body
Now, the world prevails inside.
.
clouds are fleeting
bird wings beating
what is here
always
is the
Sky
“Kill the Buddha” — Lin Chi
So my friend and I sitting in the bookstore cofee shop, he with his Sporting News and half twist Latte, and I with my “Intro to Buddhist meditation” and Iced mocha frappachino. I was immersed in my new manual sipping away on my icy cofeee when,all the sudden with a blinding flash my mind went blank with a SEARING SENSATION from from temple to temple.
I let out a gasp and said “what the …” when my friend leaned towards and “your fine Dude, you just achieved ENLIGHTENMENT. Drink some more.”
True,My mind was STILL, replaced by the searing sensation, as I sipped more ice coffee.
“Should Enlightenment HURT this much?” I yelped and my friend,” that just your mind resisting, do not deny your feelings, be in the being with you coffee. Drink some more.
Soon I lost all consciousness and I woke up on the bookstore cofee with a crowd around me. My friend stood up in the puzzled mob and said,
“Everything is OK. HE JUST ATTAINED BLISSFUL ENLIGHTENMENT”, then carried me out of the store to his car.
As we drove away I said,” thanks dude its TRUE… you can’t make the spiritual journey with out the help of others.”
My friend said,” that’s what friends are for, dude. By the way, I’ll need you to be my WINGMAN man Friday night at the bar.”
***
(from cozmos Cafe 2007)
“Nobody really knows what they are doing” — Conan O`Brien
to James Lipton explaining the advice he gives to new interns on producing his show.
.
Nobody really knows…what they are doing
Stitch the winter Quilt
pastiche hide and thread
The summer fades intentions
Will carpet our hut’s hard ground.
‘
Nobody really knows what they are doing
the Beast of prey runs
from the hungry hunters steps
quicker step, quicker wit, better luck
decides who survives the night.
,
Everyone today says they know what they’re doing
congratulate ourselves
for the high rise cities we draft and build.
When the Earth shakes and levies break
We drowned in our cities
and suffocate under the weight…
… of beastly uncertainty.
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