Delirious Philosophies
When we are delirious
with the delirium of sickness
we begin to ask those ?'s
what is the meaning of life?
Is there a God?
Heaven and Hell?
Is time circular, like the mandala
spherical like baby Jesus' bouncing
ball blasting the cosmos into
existence
Big Bang and Cap'n Crunch cosmic
Shiva tap dancing on the dead
midget of Self
Or:
Is it linear, like Pinocchio's nose
the dark pencil sketch
the artist shading in the gray
fog of the misty minds eye
trembling under
Red blanket
White blanket
Blue boxers
patriot of a 1,000 souls
a philosopher
who philosophizes the green gunk
upchuked from the chimneys
of our soul
contemplating truths and scripture
Lotus-leaf=a symbol of the
androgyne
before Adam, before Eve
before Steve even
before the Masculine God
patriarchal playground
Before, the Mother Goddess
with her angry menstrual cycle
and tree being birthed from her gaping maw
before the Big Bang
jizzim of the universe
there was the
androgyne
sitting in a bubble looking at Earth
Stanley Kubrick eat your heart out
2001 times
When you have this delirious
mind, when the flu of Benicia
the hydra with a thousand
Double Rainbow flavors
gets the best of you
of your immune system
hear the ringing of the bell as
they box for your painful
enjoyment
Remember these moments of deep contemplation
and pause like
The Buddha under Bodhi
Moses on Sinai
Jesus in Gethsemane
Muhammad on Hira
Remember to smile
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