integration – Harm's End

The breathless crunch until the breathless cradle hits high air,
yoga limits above the currents,
fee-fi-fo-fum!
Gonna look forward to it.
Don’t get alarmed.
You’re a nice person.
This is not on your stool yet.
Jumping to get a head start
I’ll be arrested
being this little person in a little shell
exploding these bounds.

I don’t know where to put my see yet.
You’re not about a change of plans,
and I am an axe murderer among you
jumping in and cutting off the head of the snake.
I want a new worldview.
I want reality honored.
I want holism to rise among us.

Let me start where we hold most dear.
Let me start in the station of the room
we call square one,
right from wrong.
Are you in bed together yet?

I bleed this in the sky:
the unity of the wrongdoer
and whomever got hurt or harmed.
Can you see these naked clothes
oneness puts on us
where it touches our ship?

Pistol-whip the guy
oneness brings.
Stand on rooftops and sing.
Can you get out of your underwear
and know naked wrong?

Nobody understands me.
I want to hurt you
because I’m an answer to existence
bubblin’ up inside me
from hidden pain.
Can I toy with yours?
You suffer for it,
and I take my dick out and do it again,
arm harm.
I’ll shoot all you mother fuckers.

Who sees a child crying?
Who sees a function of the universe?
Who sees your identity with him,
and you’re also accountable,
and you’re also bear witness?

Who sees these roles?
Does the innocent child?
Does the baker and candlestick maker?
Does anybody?
Do you?

Can you count this to yourself?
Are we in the depths yet?
We have a view of harm’s end.
Deeper still.
I think we all go in there,
meet God,
the Unimaginable behind everything.

And we grasp ourselves deeper more.
Where are we?
There is no tellin’.
Take off the worlds.
Encompass more than Spirit.
Be there before God was born.*
Abide forever in motionless depths
we cannot fathom nor know,
and we found who we really are.

From the Alone in every face to the free from the Alone,
I’m controversial now.
That murderer needs ice cream.
I’m joinin’ spheres
so we can get out of darkness.

You would mistake the poet in the room
and let evil speak for us?
Conflasted guitar.
We all wear purple robes
and wipe our ass.

This is coming from the place beyond thought,
and it’s time to join darkness with its parent sun.
Not blinded by the light is the one who accepted my invitation.
We need to join the high and the low.
We need to integrate evil into our bedpan.

Can you count stars
and poke them through hell?
Yes this man is evil but he is us,
this woman a monster but she is we,
and even they are one,
the sudden genders.

Would you put me in your living room?
Thank you.
Vibrational frequencies
and a sudden way home
you are open.

Fishtails,
a sudden wasted mirror,
that’s the new password.
Confounded stars,
you don’t listen
there is adopted
the darkness at our breast
to make existence be.

People don’t understand
a light smote the darkness,
and it’s part of the picture
until we find us its hidden light.
I don’t throw anything
in your face to believe in.
Open your sudden eyes.

One second.
I’m the perishable end of the universe.
I confound you now with sudden God
right on our doorstep
immortalizing thought and sound
to bring the universe crashing down
to an epiphany of light 
never seeing darkness again.
Can you imagine that on earth?

Holistic’s charged looks corner
melody,
we don’t defeat anything.
There’s more to the sky bridge than integration.
We have to do this ourselves,
overcome darkness.
We have to change our own hands,
or this bleeds red river,
and nobody’s safe.

I’m a hope bridge,
just some wrong-ass person changed to light,
and I see the way behind.
I’m an immediacy of change
wherever I’m at,
and this is my hip corner:
I win hope every time
I climb through this music once again
and exercise muscle to see it through.

It’s strength of will overcomes darkness,
not a thing else.
Can you grasp this with your hands
you wanting to change your darkness to light?

I do not bask in separateness,
but separateness is all around me,
in every eyes I look.
This is normal human,
so accentuated in America.
We have no hope for each other.

Community means a gathering of individuals for events.
It’s not intimacy and soul room,
and Lord help you if you bless the children;
Lord help you if you cry.
Alone in separateness
we’re tryin’ to find the door
to fulfilled living.

It’s not about moral precepts,
kirtans and stage room.
We can’t be admonished to be good.
Did you open your heart to me?
Did you take risks with me?
Did you sacrifice?
Tell me to leave again I’m not sure.

I’ve let my hair down.
I feel deeply me and you.
I know our oneness inside.
I’m waiting for the behest of Spirit
to tell me what to do with you.
That’s just leave you alone again
nine times out of ten.

So here I am again
talkin’ to your backdoor,
tellin’ you amazing things,
and all’s I’ve got is in trouble
for bein’ so confoundedly real.
Let me lift my voice again
in danger
but willing to sacrifice.

This is what is looks like when you’ve opened your depths
and found humanity.
This is what it looks like when you love the world.
This is what it looks like when you’ve found God inside of you,
but you can’t yet manifest him there.
I’m about your liberation,
because I’m on mine.
There, universe.

Under these fruitless conditions,
buffing the pitch is to stream.
Switch to
takin’ utility out of my voice.
All use important
hard to get ahold of.

This is wide on earth
when Earth is in narrow times,
unconsolingly narrow.
Oh countin’ sadhana to myself,
the broad sky,
fine dog,
fine indeed.

All the worlds mix in me,
this puny self that I am
who's opened imagination’s wings
with the virility of my hands.
I’m open to thought
the very angels sing
when they’re looking beyond God
to the Unknowable,
a metaphor for I am open I am.

I cough this up
right here on you
in-between worlds.
I have a date with Heaven,
death or beyond that stair,
right here in life realized I don’t know.
Can I grasp the dualities in enlightenment?

A fancy speaker,
yes,
but I’m talkin’ about where I piss to myself,
explode in the toilet some goo,
wherever guttural I am
and reached enlightenment’s wings.

You laugh and stay sober,
but I am drunk on spring wine,
a Bacchus in revelry
a hundred miles away
from all that shoot you.
I’m settled in poise
of the gatekeeper
considers my case.
I’m a candidate for enlightenment.

I don’t know the history of the word
I have spoken to you these many years,
the poet at the drop of a hat.
I’ll meet you on the road again someday I’m sorry.
This poet takes leave of you now.
I’ve got a quest to cross.
I’ve got a quest to cost.
I’ve got a quest to conquer.
Yee-haw!

*a poetic idea from the epic poem Savitri by Sri Aurobindo

Heal God.
Boy God has done some bad shit,
if we count Him responsible for everything,
if we say He’s the doer here.
How do we get round this table?
And now the poem starts.
Let’s write it.

You must know into the most horrible places.
I’ve climbed down there
and got burned.
I can identify with the snake.
I’ve opened Holocaust doors
by beer-bottlin’ a boy.
He cried
and then got tough.
I hit him again and again
with that beer yard,
two or three boys.

It didn’t make me throw up.
I took pleasure from their pain.
The control I had,
I was in their control room and I knew it.
Their weakness turned me on,
their vulnerability.
I liked it.

This is a Holocaust memorial.
It’s not me writin’ on myself.
I showin’ where it came from,
that and a knife blade.
These smites
transform into big smites,
transform into Holocaust.
I'm helpin' you some.
I’m going ludicrous.
I’m just stupid sayin’ this.

Let’s change poems.
What do you feel when you hurt people,
your power over them?
No you feel your delight
that it’s not you.
We’re explorin’ some.
It’s a probe.
Not every formula has got this written on it,
but somethin’ happened to you,
when you could not fight back,
too little to do anything about it.
It scarred you.
Now you’re investigatin’ that reality,
and it’s your hands cause pain,
your thrust of life.

This is not healin’ you’re doin’.
You just keep doin’ it,
a wack in reality that repeats itself,
with your hands.
What do you do to stop?
I can’t get yah there.
It’s too wide open.
Jeffery Dahmer pulled the plug.
Then he started killin’ again.
You didn’t know he suffered.
You didn’t know
he didn’t turn that down,
his longness in the inner cycle.
Where do we go for change?
Wrapped up in an investigation of yourself,
you open the inner doors.

Really watch yourself in dream.
The plug will come up.
You’ll eventually pull it
the right way.
You just keep erasin’ mood,
that spell that comes over yah
when you’re around water,
when you’re at that place you can do it.
This is your fault line,
and it’s inner sprung.

You’ve got to get ahold of your behavior,
on the inside where it starts.
This ain’t hard/this is not easy.
[two above phrases heard spoken simultaneously]
You’ll see how it’s done
in your visual immune system.
Message,
it will message you.
It gives a little chance
for you to aim behavior rightly.

You’ve got to get ahold of the bull.
You’ve got to grab it by the horns.
I took years here,
in Holocaust denial.
It’s when you begin to see it it’s the hardest.
You can’t close the curtains,
even when you do it.
You can touch it
and move it around.
You’re puttin’ light down there.
This is not about feeling guilty.
This is about recognizing pain.

What is true remorse?
You feel pain buddy,
making other people suffer,
but you’re still not in the geography bowl.
Look on these two:
the ordination of love,
and the realizing of oneness.
How deep you have to go to get there,
how much time pass.

This is integral healing.
I know someone
that can’t even rise a fantasy.
The light got down there.
You feel the vulnerability of the other,
and you just want to hold them in your arms safe.
You can believe you did that.
You can see yourself doin’ it,
not playin’ it in your mind,
I mean it had sergeant over you before,
but you’re at peace with it,
and you put it out of your room.

We have no laws for this.
We’re not ready to find it.
There are too many of us
to make it safe.
It’s good for the environment.
I wasn’t so bad
I chained people.
I was a love roll.
I know you don’t understand this.
The assurities of Adolf Hitler,
that was absurd,
and afterwards so complex.
It was positively brilliant.
Wow, you said brilliant.
We would eat lunch there.
I’m not bragging it.
I’m not starring it.
Nobody has a secret weapon
to find change
in these dark waters.

I’m putting a healing light to it,
using my own brand.
You don’t know the fashion of evil.
You think it comes from us.
Its dark nature rises
from the Abyss.
There are creatures there
on a beanpole,
with tremendous might,
that invade our dreams
and conscious minds,
and tell our hearts to do things.
They are compulsion’s will,
and they are smarter than us.
Oh my God they’re there,
right in our room,
pushing us to fall.

What do you do with that?
Where do you put it?
They don’t give up,
and we have to put up with them,
on our world endeavor.
That’s not fair.
It’s not even funny.
It’s a stark reality
we have to live with.
So when you’re coming out of darkness,
you’re confronting these,
the Snake in your room.

Oh my God they are blind,
the ones who hate you
for the evil you have done.
They’re just self-righteous idiots,
and they will see when this is done,
when their life’s over,
the complexities of fate,
the manage devils in your room,
the horrible nature of reality
in its bottom lair.

We have to contend with this
to overcome fate.
We cannot escape it.
I’ve mentioned the ballgame,
what we’re really here for,
to change our nature
into God dwellers,
to spiritualize, divinize, Nature.
I’ve pulled the rank card,
and you are blind to this.
It’s too big.
It’s the science of changing your nature,
and your own process will see
that glory immune system,
the one I talk in visions and dreams,
the one I talk now.
It holds your hand here,
and now we are complete:
God heals.

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