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Tag: enlightenment
If You Want a Triumphant
Grace is the next world’s railways.
We will be happy there.
What stark sun is this?
Sometime soon.
Your energy
is a witness to it.
You’ve combined the opposites,
and it doesn’t bother you.
Asiya attests to that.
You were soft ice cream,
and he ate it up.
You’ve got the leeway,
and you’re holdin’ down the fort.
You’ve good.
You’re learnin’ your trade.
You’re doin’ it
great football fields wide.
You’re not a son of a bitch.
Let’s bubble up some
and just sit in bed and bask awhile.
We build yellow houses.
We construct them with wood.
Then we lay them down,
over and over again.
This is our construction process
on the bails of thought.
We feel them into being.
This rides our day,
one thought after another,
day by day.
It’s ice cream.
Did somebody say favorite food?
We are housed here,
and a thought is a mop bucket,
cleaning out what’s after.
A thought is a huge thing,
all naked and wood.
It’s already occurred
before we think it out.
We go over it and over it.
We do not stop.
We never go away from this.
Bails upon bails of thought we make,
freight trains through our minds.
Let go of this,
and you’ll be in thin wood.
You’ll cake on yourself.
It’s where the balls are
that we retrieve into Silent Mind.
Now here’s the house
God lives,
you see the Self in.
It’s awesomely deep,
wrapped around with nothingness,
where the engines of the universe play.
You are a copter upon yourself,
brooding wings of infinity.
It lasts an hour or a day,
until it turns off no more.
I arrive at thought
the master of the plan.
I think upon myself
in large ways.
I go there:
I don’t handle thought
for a little while.
But Silent Mind don’t ride my days.
I’ve stumbled upon it
a time or two.
We have to be clear we were formin’ enlightenment.
Have you ever had that thought?
Grapple with it now.
Do you know it’s there
what we arrive to next
in our identity plan?
Hey kids this is not enlightenment.
We’re becoming something you see,
and we need Silent Mind to get there,
a formless identity
we shoulder to Supermind,
the God inside.
An overhead kingdom sits there,
and this is the fullness of ourself,
God identity,
at this stage of the game.
You can imagine more.
So where does Silence put us?
Right slap dab in the middle of it.
And then?
We plant our feet on planet Earth,
and Supermind comes down to meet us
at the ascending pole
of our effort.
Then we’re cosmic complete,
bigger than the cosmos,
not in size in weight.
We are the springboards of the universe.
The universe comes from us.
I’ve been there once.
I’m not just makin’ up plans.
Did I have to say all this
to get your head straight
on Silence?
I don’t think you understand me.
I’m bleeding concepts in the room,
like cosmic means somethin’.
Where do you go on Silence?
A round chair,
and so many people just sit there.
Who wants to go higher?
Bliss is satisfied.
Do you want to go higher?
Ramana Maharshi didn’t.
We all do eventually.
When you learn about it it’s there,
a belief castle.
Before that no one’s ever heard about it.
I’m taking you there,
balloons overhead,
Somethin’s up there you know.
It’s the origin of the universe.
Said it all.
Don’t forget your ambition for thought.
You wanna get into the Silence.
You wanna dip your head into the Silence.
Catch it,
you’re gonna hit
the ground of the universe
a hat infinity.
Now that red apple pierces your skull
vibratory nature.
You hum big church
all around your brow.
It’s so comfortable there and smooth.
No I with its busy notions
disturbs that room,
not a thought one.
You’re reside in silence.
This is awesomely big.
You can’t figure it out
from here.
It’s totally other being
inside a body here on Earth.
You last awhile,
and then the cosmos lapses into itself.
You’re there yet?
You will be once.
You’ll get there soon.
It’s every death journey’s hand.
We take off the ego you know
and get down to science.
It’s what we do there.
It comes along
to take us to Heaven and beyond,
and you think it’s a stranger?
We’ve sauced this out so many times,
death, upon death, upon death.
We’re there now
underneath it all.
It’s raw, basic awareness,
cosmic size.
Now why have I shown this to you?
You think AI will get you there?
Where do we put Silence on?
In our own room,
a listen to ourself,
no bowls of media present.
Do you know how precious this is,
guided by your own mind?
It’s stage one.
Come on mountain let’s go.
Now in the vibration room
each vibration opens
a little central veeter
that respond directly to sunlight.
Okay, okay, okay,
look I get it.
Almost reaction,
because I’m slaying.
You don’t know this stuff.
It looks easy,
if you vie for it,
but let’s face it this is tops
that a human could do,
your golden Mars,
but they lost this
and ruined their civilization.
How hard it is,
you got nothin’ harder in human.
To know directly,
what do we see?
Obviously it’s not videos.
It’s contemplation’s circle,
there in your room,
when you’re filmin’ God.
Where do we begin?
The first photo please.
A beggar
down and out on reality’s pole.
You see from there
what God looks like,
and He would not be tall and kind.
He would be a braggart in His room.
We don’t stop the vision there.
That man don’t see straight.
He has eyes of sufferin’.
Lift God up from there.
Are you okay with what He does to people?
Are you okay with this vice?
I couldn’t back up to you God.
I couldn’t stand in His way.
The significance
of beggars breathes awhile.
We can’t get at it there.
We can’t even try.
Let’s beanpole reality,
and it gets bigger all the time.
Let’s do something about it.
Let’s see God there
addressing Himself.
Is that okay?
We’ll be building a teenager.
We’re gonna get him all soft in his room
to carry the day.
We’re gonna wean him some,
from do this for him do that,
so he can carry the divine.
We will be gentle with him
and put him on his own attention,
where he needs to be
more than computers handles
and where the cellphone rides.
This is not ice cream and cake.
We will pill him
with just enough books
to get his writing going.
He’s a poet of the divine,
gets whole poems
from the inner voice.
We were surprised as he was.
Now we have a responsibility
to see this through.
My consciousness opened his.
We’re everlastin’.
That means we give this boy a good shot
to grace him with infinity
and keep his eyes on God,
not the stuff in his room.
I’m right there by ‘im,
holdin’ his hand.
A Green Beret on duty,
I’m a sergeant sometimes,
but I’m not mean.
I can certainly improve.
Now let’s stand down
the poem I’m giving you.
It means somethin’
to the order of the day.
God bless you.
How’s Your Self-Made Star?
In and out cars,
this one
got longer hair.
I’ll print the trailer
one horse at a time.
In the first poem, [link]
the codpiece is about enlightenment.
We need our system’s input,
and we are too skeptical for God in our lives.
The horse and pony show
makes us system mean.
We rob flowers,
in all department stores.
Terrible consequences for wood.
We get ostracized and banished from society,
and this is kingdom hall.
We bleed and we say grace
in the wrong movement.
Can you discover this?
It chops us in half,
with special counsel.
You fool erase that paint.
I have to rein it in.
Crash on symbols.
Let me monopolize
ages of reason.
That’s think tank
in our purple yard.
It’s expensive to have sex
the behavior is wrong,
and that is defined culturally,
in sudden kingdoms.
I’m a Mastodon
that lost its way
in heavy equipment.
Society won’t forgive me for that,
and it only knows the spell of society.
Can you gauge that?
We pour out morality on our sleeve.
We bury there
all our common sense.
Hallelujah I’m saved,
says the Christian in the room,
and society’s muffled because of that,
as Christians enter the Legislature
and take over government
in halls of America.
A thousand and one evils,
they all blow up on society
in a Christian yard.
It helps itself
to the wrong measure of man.
We are so much more than behavior
and bended miles.
We can’t see straight.
We can’t even look.
We’re confounded by time.
They study us,
all these wrong people in the room,
the ones who think they know the right
and have their hands on power.
They wanna move us outta here,
where we pinpoint the throes of man.
You can’t lick this chocolate.
It’s time on Earth is few.
Everybody knows the dance,
but no one knows the realization
that we are loftier than our species,
that we can make it right,
one society at a time.
This is certain gold.
We are all cattle and sheep,
unwilling to find the destination of man.
We think it’s a religious figure
or an atheist’s technology
that tries to play God.
Can you character here,
find the Sun?
We revel in sweetness,
then shoot it down with our guns.
I don’t think we know what innocence is.
It’s cropped out in school,
and we lament the loss of innocence in children,
and we stand there and rob it from them
in the harmful environment of school,
and we wanna make it harder,
put them in there longer.
Can you see this?
This is the greatest fire on Earth,
makes society a slave model
and pits us against one another.
Have I reached the end
of this talk on climate change?
It’s not felled trees I’m talkin’ about
or branded water,
or the warmin’ skies.
Can we get down to business and do the Earth?
Can we see past our little lives?
Can we see the bigger ship
that man is and will become?
How do you land down here?
We have to get right with one another,
and that’s our climate change.
If we are going to get bigger than ourselves,
we’d have to see importance in every man, woman, and child.
No one is discounted.
We come together on love,
in every set of circumstances,
unless we have to stop killin’
and people in the violent act.
We have to be strong and swift for that.
Then love finds us again
healing lives.
This will give us breathin’ room
to discover ourselves.
Without this no one’s there,
except the few who manage to escape
society’s bellows.
Where have I placed you?
Where we need to go.
Where we need to be.
Can you refuse this?
Most people will.
Necessity will bring us to it
in the eventful years ahead.
I’m a blueprint magazine,
and I have my windward sail,
and you know I’m here.
I felt the wind blows.
How to translate our lives
a meaning shifting.
You can’t ground it good.
You can’t even spell it out.
Where does it come from?
Where is it going?
It’s larger than space and time.
We have our supernal roams.
This give rise to these,
the worlds,
and we know you’re in there Mr. Nithish.
It comes close to the bottom and close to the top,
but a world is a beanpole.
We stargaze there.
We champion our own rounds.
Oh come on come up.
How do you handle a hungry man?
With patience and loving-kindness,
unless you need to shoot ‘im,
‘cause he’s in our garden.
I’ve just mentioned to you the problem.
We don’t know when to quit.
Our lives are in danger here,
but defend ourselves means this:
too much overkill.
And what do you want?
I’m sorry I’m backin’ off.
Let’s make this count.
We don’t have to be at the dinner table
in the substance of our lives.
We can be bigger than kin
and they all wear my face.
Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall.
But we’re relieved to find
we are on our way,
once we know how to get movin’.
You there,
will you just sit there and smile?
The fear of death join our room.
Can we back up this yard?
We’ve got a whole lot to loud out,
and it’s time we did not let the fear of death stop us.
Who lands this creek?
You’ve got to get up and get moving,
knowing death is always there
circling you
and the lives of your loved ones.
Accept death hell,
we’re gonna learn to change it
a long time in the future.
Meanwhile,
we don’t let it stop us
from getting bigger than ourselves.
Oh my goodness wide movement.
Morality will help you there,
but it’s not the goal.
We live and die:
oh you’re bad
temple will cook,
because it’s not your religion anymore
the church seat.
Let’s gold bottom’s up.
Where Douglas?
We’ve reached stars,
all over ourselves.
We review the Sun,
the gold I was speaking of.
Can you hear it?
It’s right there on the tail end of this poem.
Let’s get busy with it,
gettin’ the strength to see it.
I give you links,
the bread and butter.
Let’s copy this on one another:
I love you.
Deepenings
The title to this poem came, meaning was spoken into my inner ear, at the very moment in the movie Maestro when Mahler’s Resurrection Symphony ends, which the main character, Leonard Bernstein, is conducting inside Ely Cathedral, England.
You’re gonna light a fire then,
somewhere in your heart,
to see past form and measure.
I can’t show this to you.
This is big stuff.
I ride it sometimes
a formless thought
so big I can’t contain eternity.
I mean I see pictures
of the forms of things
and know they’re void.
I see the act.
I wonder over creation,
how formless it is
in reality,
in essence.
I mean there’s nothing there.
A hold on reality,
that is all,
some picture frame
that houses more it can be.
I’m riding the waves of time,
and I can’t believe it’s there.
It has formlessness attached
to every rod.
We’re seeing things
in the cough of the Void.
Oneness is there
absolute.
Now let me get at this seeing.
I see nothing
would not be the truth of the matter.
I see bright and shiny.
I see a world before my eyes
imbued with meaning.
It gets stuck sometimes.
Where does the meaning come from?
From my very lips.
That’s larger than sound.
A story is spoken into the Void,
and the aeons stamp it out,
and we hear it.
We can’t grasp its meaning,
but we know it’s there
animated by souls.
Oh my lovely little boy,
my Rottweiler,
my Doberman,
that candle on the street
honking at me,
they are all lit with soul.
I see it in their eyes.
I can’t get over the vision.
They’re larger than soul.
My God what’s in there?
Have you every been alone with yourself in the midst of another person,
in the grasp of the world?
They can be sucking your tongue.
Please, I’m a cultural enterprise.
Don’t bite me here.
You just stand there stark still
in disassociation’s quiverings.
Infinity bites the finite.
You can’t get over that guy.
That’s the one that has you in hand,
the maker,
the dream maker,
the unimaginable everything that’s about you now.
Can he grasp you?
Can he pull your pants down?
You’re robbed of sense.
This is a stark moment.
I bound there.
I know it’s comin’:
I never leave there again.
And I’ve caught you in half circles of it.
I cannot grasp to you its whole.
I’m not there sometimes.
I never get to that fullness
in my momentary lapse
into the lapse of infinity.
My momentary circles
just buy me lunch,
and I breathe awhile
everything is wonderful and strange.
I get so excited
I opera to myself,
and I get scared sometimes
it gets so deep.
I’ve given you half failings
of what it means to be human.
We are so much bigger than stars.
We are that guy you see,
making his alone-rounds
where everything collides together.
Oh my God he’s a bulletin bull,
and I’ve reduced to you its mystery.
If infinities were universes,
all-encompassing infinity could not encompass him.
I’m just saltin’ the ocean
and countin’ crows.
This is bigger than time,
in any duration of its meaning.
We get bigger than universes,
and we get bigger than infinity.
We can crow there.
I’m taking you back through time
to hello please,
let’s take a bite of infinity.
You there,
in your suit,
remove yourself from time,
get back in yourself
to vision’s eyes.
Let down the world some
and revel in its majesty.
Get your gun out and shoot
at the presumption of the stars,
at God’s mighty glory,
at something that’s just so strange
God comes out of it.
Amazing
is just a teller in a window.
We’ve broken in on time.
Copy this down
the story of the universe.
It came from such musings
in infinity’s time.
Now it’s your story keep.
Will you handle it?
The Robinson Crusoe on Mars,
I’m a pallbearer.
Can you hear infinity?
Let your ego down some,
your ego’s guts,
the ego’s lair.
Divine intervention [this line from my little boy Nithish, from his muse, and came to him at this point in the writing of this poem, while having pizza in town at Taka Pizza]
beyond deity.
We’re lookin’ through
I don’t know if I can see that high.
The relationship starts
when you’re alone in your room,
your environing personal consciousness,
and you can field notes.
You can get in there.
Start noticin’ your room.
I’m not sayin’ wall yourself off from society.
There are times to be alone
in the midst of it.
Cut yourself off from society,
can you even do that?
It’s not possible.
We are your own personal consciousness
in the field of the One.
I vaguely remember
the strength we’re all together.
Here, this is a lily pond,
and you’ve lily’d unto yourself.
Draw back in your room.
Investigate reality.
The time will come
you will open doors
of seeing.
Let it happen.
Don’t count it away.
It will all come upon you when it’s there
tangible real.
You will billow in your room,
become a flower-pen.
You won’t let you down.
You’re on your way to seeing.
Just let the thoughts roll back
and thin towards silence,
and meet the world with that
in your vision’s eye,
in your mind’s eye,
and draw back the curtains
so you can see eternity at work.
These are not beliefs.
Just see.
Eventually
you’ll arrive on sight
into veilless infinity.
You will feel this in your room
stark naked.
Now you’re in glory hole.
Keep movin’.
You come to a fullness of yourself
riding waves.
Now tell me the world has no meaning.
You saw it, didn’t yah,
the meaning alone.
Did it wink at yah,
give you a nod?
Wow, that’s personal.
That’s really personal.
Well I’m writing my poems
the boost we need to get there.
You’ll walk around.
You needed something.
It’s the American revolution.
I think they stole it,
all this hatred online.
Has blocked poetry has blocked mine.
Show it to you investment in reality,
like you’ve never seen it seen.
This actor
shoots directly to you
I got the movie
in parables of see.
Wear it on your face
your intense hatred.
I’ve left it so beautiful,
reality’s face.
Where are you at that you can’t see it?
Swallow your nose.
Lay down your religion.
For once here we are at score.
It’s in your eyes today.
Willy Wonka,
will you offer some chocolate?
That’s administrators if you like it.
That’s the burn name.
I’m behind you
reality meets the press,
one second,
your thinking.
Captured,
Oppenhagger,
constructing love.
Under what conditions?
Bomb material
poems I publish.
You can hear me on the bus.
You pretend to ignore me.
Costing so much chocolate.
Yours was letter-formed into poems.
Think about it this is a different kind of funeral.
We lost you the character of new bullet
today.
A demon’s eye [Nithish’s muse, heard while behind me on the bike, seeing a bird with red eyes]
will distort to you the truth.
Don’t let it.
It’s got rings on it,
and it hurts you:
you are some kingpin you are not.
Stay away from demons.
You can get off here.
Did you just hear it speak?
A bit of muse
will show you the way.
I wouldn’t get hung up on it.
I would bring you to the truth,
and that’s bigger than reality,
and it’s not a game we play
to convince each other.
There is a vision there inside you
that can interpret reality.
We get along without it
most of the time.
That does not get you
to pure reality
or anywhere near the truth.
You just hang there.
Can we get beyond name and form?
We embrace each other there.
This is really personal.
We embrace each other there
and get out of ourselves.
Practical hands see the no-self show.
See that no-self show,
it’s that guy you see
stark naked.
I mean the cameras are in the room,
but there’s no cameraman,
just his see.
Awesome we wait time
the right formula
to meet the world,
and do everything we need to do
to stay alive
and operate reality
to a bigger game than time,
and become Ourselves again.
They’ve got a furigation.
They just don’t let the water go.
It’s the pilot Supermind we are beyond time.
No issues,
the body’s there too.
And now let’s hump reality
to the right place on earth,
where you are no ego,
riding waves of reality
to the see of that guy.
You there,
have I brought you home?
I can’t picture this.
Just look in your drawer.
You wouldn’t go through every picture.
Where do I see this?
Don’t laugh it’s in your room
larger than cat.
You’re gonna piddle me apart of course.
I’ve got a strength of muse.
You can’t get rid of me that easy.
You’re gettin’ enlightenment on a piece of paper.
Have you ever saw it before?
Do you need to see it?
It’s your lifeline.
It’s the reason you were created,
to become That you see.
There’s no way around it.
You can’t avoid it.
Your death journey has this in store,
but it’s here we graduate.
It’s here we do it.
It’s here we get it done.
There is no other place on earth
to take what you can get out of life
as your homecoming.
You only see animal quiverings,
do not know we get bigger than that.
Your spiritual empty,
but you can go the distance,
man you can go.
That’s what we Earth for,
to bring the planet here:
beyond the animal
into God-quiverings.
I don’t have it.
And I’m gonna pick him up,
lay the bridge down for him
in some parable of tomorrow.
Fasten your seatbelts.
Need to practice it,
the acceleration of life.
Need to get going.
Tra la la! [line heard yelled in the voice of Captain Underpants from the movie of the same name]
Oh hallelujah.
Peel back silence in your mind.
Lift it there.
Extraordinary,
you have depth of vision.
An Incident in Being’s Flow
And you don’t have the ceiling to go that far. You definitely do— the spiritual guides of the net. Do they pull your hair? They’re a breakfast club. They paint roses on tall ships that sink in port. Where do you go with them? Well ask one, Donny Duke. I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down. Are you listening to me? The Gods talk through me. They don’t hear me, anybody listening. It’s a complex Gordian knot this is all just grist for the mill, and even if I had your attention, would I be really worthy of your ear? Would I shine? Am I the right man for the job? I put things in pigeonholes, and I arrive at window time to put you through a wall. This is impossible, explainin’ God and join the spiritual path with life in so many words. I can’t tell you how to do it, but I can try. I sound so big on paper. Hear me scream when I hit my hand, fly off the handle when things don’t go right. I do pick my nose. I can’t handle everybody right. I ride my bike and bark in traffic. Really working on that now. I tell you to practice God and I don’t in Silly Putty, or when that Tom has got my goat. I’m a noise maker when the text should be quiet. I shoot guns at my own reflection. I’d sure like to quit bein’ me. Check it out, no, I’m not some spiritual master, but I do go deep, you know? I want out of this mess, and I’ve opened my consciousness to the point I talk to you. I know realization occurs and I want it. I’m not tryin’ to escape reality. I would like to be the perfect motivation it’s for God’s sake alone I try, but realization has come to me in stark moments, and fuck God get me there. I’ll sort it out with God later. Took it home, the stupid pinball livin’ I do, and now you hear about it I’m spiritual everybody. Okay get away from me. Well, even I won’t say that. Needless to say, I’m enlightenment’s bill who’s bad on accountants. A pink rose, I put that on this little motorboat, and let’s hope it makes it out of the harbor. I’m not kiddin’ yah, I’m not lookin’ for a dealership. I just want you to hear me because it’s there my muse. I’m out for business, but don’t look to me to be the one you adore. I’m countin’ posters till pay time, and that’s enlightenment, and that’s realization. Land more eyes, I’ve got so many eyes you’ve just got to see this, Locked Press Enterprises. It’s a rare form of shelf. Study enlightenment, whether you’re there or not. It’s that special sauce, word, that grounds you right where you’re at in a better way of livin’. Will Smith was gonna be an actor. Oh my goodness, we’re not tryin’ to broke you into goodness. Based on love and importance and only inspired by quotes, quotes that I hear verbatim and copy them down as they speak, you’re listenin’ to the inner voice. Am I okay now? I cannot just leave— thousands of these things to your neck. Oh come on they missed the term for public defender. Give superior consciousness, the mind you bungalow the divine. It’s jet ski. You know what I mean by dick. That gives vocabulary. I made it through I did the stupid likes of me. Okay, let me go. It comes out of the box.
I Understand It
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
He did. He figured it out. You haven’t seen it. Oh my God no one has even read it. What is your name? A holistic reader. There’s a lot of censorship of the ideas that make the world. The world ran out of culture. It couldn’t see itself. It didn’t care. It couldn’t come up with itself. It just stayed where it was. It didn’t know where it was. It had no means for improvement. It was small and intimate. It was huge and dim. It didn’t know where to begin. It’s stomped on itself. It raced ahead. It lagged behind. It wore horns no one could grasp. We sit here and stare at it today, just confused by what we see. This was self-taught, how we reach out and touch the world. It didn’t come in the papers. It wasn’t on the Internet. No course in university taught it. No book could grasp the whole. It wasn’t in speech. You couldn’t find it anywhere. Everybody was afraid of it. They thought it would bite them. How to reach out and touch the whole came from inner experience. It was deeper than the world. It really tested your boundaries, and you had no choice but to surrender to its process. It had your very being at heart. It schooled you, showed the inside of everything. You never saw it completely. You just handled it with care. It would eat you alive if you affronted its mission. You understood it was a Larger you. You saw it dream a nation of particulars. It gave you vision, spoke to you with the inner voice. You held it close to you and processed its thought into the unknown. Great the days lay the seat-point of vision. You just studied reality absolved in yourself. You had no way to communicate this to men, wherever you came from. No poem would read it, no prose spell it out. The visual arts could not express it, no drama act it out, no dance routine show it, even in its living room. It was beyond itself. If you got life that need a poet, I’m your subject right here. Now go floss with the rest of that form. You’ve left something incomplete. If I just listen, I’d find it out numbers me. I’ve encountered a different verse. Its form is amplified by common speech. There is the line. Give me back my lunch; I can do nothing with the way it works. See there you’ve been taken in. Now tell me I’m a Great Lake I’m ready to play. Now tell me I was murdered. You know I just heard the news and wrote it down. I’m a five star hotel, and I’ve got the muse in poetry form. I mean inner voices speak. It’s the divine muse of poetry. How raw and off the cuff. It has every name involved. It won’t leave you alone. Now say I’m silly understanding prose. All is said to top off the mountain, to be a governor unto itself, to let you fly in the word. How could that be? I don’t think I got all freaked out about it as grey mountain. The poetry of redemption lands here, the upper money. I will just let you fuck me, give in. I’m about to be homeless. That death I was telling you about, they take my sky away from me. The ground of silence eats me up. I become a Silent Mind. Realization proves my calling. There’s nothing else to realize: we’re in love with the whole thing, each business and everybody. We grok this. It’s standin’ on your shoe. Great the papers play in the immediate seat of your room. Welcome to the lost word. That’s the sound of silence, a preface to Enlightenment. A shortcut, I can write it down. What else can we do? Headphones surround— you’re hearin’ the interior music. You’ve opened up that wide. Wrap up some milk left you some poetry. This is your ticket. For you it would be nice right here: the grinding of the dog. I’m a farmer. This is my business. I keep business spoken. Pinecones have left to a civilization. What are you guys? TikTok describin’ the universe, time of missed a keyframe and causality. Whether you want to or not, the movie echo system. You said what? Reality in this page. I’m gonna listen to yah. Good mornin’. I’ll loosen poetry I’ll listen. Find that way offshore. But Enlightenment seeks. Ask her about the whole thing. Did you tell ‘im you’ll take the horses, make that your team? Not that saying but keep outside science, and never cry wolf. Read my full exposed. My hands are tied. Make me feel better. Make me feel so much better. We’re in this cut; at least our voices aren’t. He actually science. Cosmopolitan I understood it, no doubt. He’s right in front of me. I could sing up here for hours. I have everything I need to start the revolution. I’m a purpose. I want a bigger world. You can keep me out as long as you can. I’m not gonna die. I’m gonna change consciousness. Look me over. I’m real. I am so very real. You can’t get around me. It’s reality I’m showin’ you, all holistically laid out. You can dance all you want. Reality’s not goin’ anywhere. It’s on the way to you, even if you don’t want it. Reality’s comin’ for you. Hold your head up high and embrace it. A poem with your name on it Marginalian. Poetry works I can’t ignore. She’s busy, clean up what happened: showed herself a calloused human being, with no feelings at all for the man everybody hates. There is no Whole behind the whole— she shows you what that does to you when you believe that. You don’t have to love everybody, and you can pick and choose. You don’t even have to treat them human. Your ethics just come from ground zero, and you make ‘em up on the spot. Okay Riviera, let’s see you explore your consciousness. Can you do that? Wow, have you blocked things. You will not be happy with yourself on the other side. Maria Popova, live up to your ideals, and that intelligence of yours, taking it to some encounter on the inside you see the whole, you see it all means somethin’. Put your finger on it, and let us hear your own source material. Has the jacket, a lonely packet, of quoting the right material. That’s starfish. It says more than what you want it to say. Okay I’m outta here. I have to let you everything, be a work in progress understand human. I’m reminding myself of what I’ve been taught. You can have this. It’s a seer’s wisdom. Handle it with care. They were talking about y’all are choosing the apartment you’re gonna let this seer in. I’ve reached out to so many people over the years. A big no they wouldn’t even tell me, usually. They just read me and tossed me aside. Put up his banner, that’s where we go. Who stole the cones? You know it’s not coming. You’re here for the Rachel Carson. Write someone back. You never had more powerful that was the end of the game.
To Further Science
Yeah we went down to everybody’s but King Lear was here.
Spiritual enlightenment,
I’m past gold card.
It’s hung up in the bank.
I just keep getting tested I’m sorry.
Now we call on rabies to get vaccinated.
Will I die?
I’m a patrol boat.
I turn everything in.
I’m strong in squares.
Everybody’s down on me yes.
All night
jazz somebody.
Is it overkill?
I’m talking about the Frenchman in the harbor,
my toe
broadcast to the world.
The muse is my bedfellow.
Stranger coming.
And I hear the voices at night.
All along the shores of reason
this infinity swirls.
I’m a gust of wind called.
I produce alphabets,
stacking up reality in pictures
that are not what you usually see.
Can you reason with them?
I’m an explosive marinade.
I paint past pictures.
I’m edifying you.
Would you laugh in thought
or take my hand?
I’m a dumbbell.
How many reps can you do?
I mean read to understand.
We are for folks.
We sing loud and clear.
We are fro friend in need.
Look at this as a gift.
A microcosm,
I’m a twilight zone.
I do pronouns bigger than you.
There are voices behind this
bigger than me.
It’s all fountain keep.
I love it in the afternoon.
Who doesn’t want to sleep at night?
I get paid.
Divine love in boxcars
show me the way.
It’s substantial rhythm
taking my life apart
and going to harmony work.
I know my own business.
And here we are.
Rolling pin anyone?
I just got so much to say.
No problem,
he’ll be joining the first one.
How for?
How could I do that?
It’s so funny,
my moon face.
Social media,
I’m a strong count here.
Of course use me.
Everybody’s model,
now, this is gonna be difficult.
What baby?
We throw in the dog,
and Luna.
Well ride ‘em on my puppy is not as single as all that.
An emergency takes aim at afterlife.
Where’s Luna,
Bruno?
No this is
Lisa.
Lisa’s like that,
is a to herself dog.
Can I get to know her?
She’s easily put.
It’s hard to put you there.
This is exploratory duty.
You need to tell Lisa you care.
Talk and say things.
Your puppy’s not gonna
order her light bulb
in the next few days.
Well we love about her.
We adore her.
I mean sound her name
every time you turn around,
she’ll grant you
some special privileges.
Why can’t she go?
She likes it
so near you.
Is she suffering?
She has all this radio station.
She is so occupied with you guys.
A lot more wood
had to be put
into the system.
Just rises in
that is the toppest dog you’re hearin’.
Keep sayin’ her name.
Lisa baby
please come with me.
This is so close:
you’ve got to be human baby.
Lisa baby,
I’m on our way.
Venture,
wow, what a year it took
bulldozers
getting people outta here.
They not deserving and not needing
synergy,
the sadhana circle.
Can we grace them please
while they go?
I hear the heart in your room.
I’ve got this incredible heart of my own
you’re not balanced with.
Bye people, go.
We used to it,
taking advantage of Steve McCoy.
Now this affects her thinking.
This is written on our desk.
That’s what I’m gonna be doin’,
gettin’ into world thought.
I do that every day.
Now I have the plans for you.
I’m gonna move in
and question reality.
Save the country,
there’s something there.
There’s a being.
The people to become better.
The being to see the world as its friend,
educated
on family.
That’s the thought,
ride family
to everybody’s related on Earth.
We finish with this blog
Harm’s End.
When he goes back up here,
now harm’s end
I will reach you.
Get ready.
Now Lisa,
I’m going to find my dog.
If you wanna touch mark on the spiritual path and be seen by future doctors
help this guy get published.
A scientist
didn’t study reality.
A seer did.
The Minister Everywhere
What is it about to see a priest?
Be reviewed by God
doesn’t happen.
You’ve just been given time off
from that urge to find God.
It satisfies your religious sense,
nothing else.
That’s the big lie:
popes and priests grapple for you God.
They are the wellspring
of our inability to find God.
You must believe in them or else.
Have I mentioned the clergy?
We think they’re holy men and women.
They don’t know how to tie their shoe:
be a system unto God.
They are a profession in a bank,
are not knowledge of God.
They can show us the way to enlightenment
very few.
What do you do with them?
Helping men and women for causes just
we give them credit for.
Something in them has a calling
they’ve mistranslated into religion.
They could go deeper,
and some have.
I don’t think you would find them in today’s textbook,
but I’m sure there’s one or two out there.
So are they obstacles to God?
In a manner of speaking yes.
Desmond Tutu would not find for you revelation.
You quote man’s ways
on his greater path.
You are not a stark naked outlook on God.
So, do we just find God ourselves
unaided from God?
What is a seer?
They’ve opened God unto their lives,
can express the spoken word
they hear from on high
or from their being’s core,
the hidden speech
that labors out the world.
It is not God talking,
but it is the sound of His voice,
clear with His meanings dim,
for God cannot inhabit human speech,
but revelations still come down,
and the mystic word gives us bright hints of God.
This the seer does.
You have heard him spoken in cities,
heard her upon the mountaintop.
Can you find the inner Guide?
That’s the clergyman in every home,
the minister everywhere.
Can we come to this?
Can we be unto God?
The minister of the Earth
God everywhere.
Harm's End 