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Archimedes slipped in the shower
Diogenes drowned in a barrel
Thor shook in his thunder
Ariadne lost her thread
Pinocchio had a broken nose
Rapunzel sported a wig
The Little Prince had no transport
Aladdin no fuel left in the lamp
Spinoza bereft of lenses to grind
Descartes left without doubt
Socrates no market place
Plato caved into shadows
Sleeping Beauty with insomnia
Cinderella barefoot forever
Little Suck-a-thumb had a thimble
Jonny looked into a looking glass
1984 was mere fantasy fiction
A Brave New World had courage
My Lord had run out of flies
The Never Ending Story stopped
What if the planet was flat and politicians told the truth
Jesus played Balderdash with Mohammed and Siddhartha
The rising sun set in the East by a pot of tarred rainbows
I would still love you to the moon and beyond my princess
Go to the end of the earth as long as you will hold my hand
28th November 2019
First you sit him down to dinner
And you fill him full of sin,
Then you nail him to the highway, sayin’,
“Ya’ll come back again.”
If he bleeds, you cry, “Oh, mercy!”
If he thirsts, you quench your own,
Then you criticize his faults.
Lord, won’t you leave the man alone?
Gotta find that living water.
Gonna dig that well somehow.
Gotta get behind that stubborn mule
And work that gospel plough.
Though he dresses like Siddhartha,
He’s a Steppenwolf at heart.
Got a martyr’s education.
He’s made suffering an art.
Found out early in the garden
When the viper bared its fangs,
A diploma’s only value
Is the wall on which it hangs.
Gotta learn to take up serpents.
Don’t be holier than thou.
Gotta get behind that stubborn mule
And work that gospel plough.
Now he parallels the main line,
Slow and steady headin’ south,
On the paved and undivided
with a matchstick in his mouth.
He’ll be gone this time forever.
You can take that to the bank.
Have your right hand shake your left
Because there’s no one else to thank.
Gotta bear the yoke and love it
While you wipe your sweaty brow.
Gotta get behind that stubborn mule
And work that gospel plough.
Siddhartha, a young prince, with earthly life unsatisfied,
Left the palatial joys seeking enlightenment, worldwide.
Meditating in wild woods for long, he got his mind trained;
From Bodhi tree he walked toward the world, wisdom gained...!
Life is full of pains, he said, caused by ignorant desires,
Detachment to mundane things would ignite divine fires.
Right view, intention, effort, speech, action and livelihood,
With concentration on conscience each must live as they should...!
Extinguishing the birth-death course of human existence,
Buddha adopted Nirvana, whose path of consistence,
Intermingled in pathways of Hinduism and Jainism,
Made his faith of life, which, later came to be the Buddhism...!
Nirvana is peace; absolute happiness; endless joy;
No birth, death or judgment for one, after this, to annoy;
It's like the fire extinguished getting mixed with the air,
Or like rivers released the motherly sea's waters share...!
Experiencing eternal bliss I'll stay; take me there.
The obstacle arising on my-way, I'll gladly bear.
Beyond hatred, ignorance and illusion may I go,
That reaching the goal of life, my fulfillment will aglow...!
08 September 2022
Her eagerness to be successful
bought her to him to be alone
Her need and. desire to copulate
Made loving her less a chore
The wines and bread to began
The evenings scored in song
Might this night start our togetherness
A perfection of you and I
Nothing to sort through
Alone just you and I
Months later he spoke the names of Kong Oru
Kung Fu-tzu Siddhartha Gautama Yosef Ben Yaakov
and Yeshua Hamashlach Batjoachim in Prayer
AS he worked up his nerves to marry him as she
Was pregnant.
He had this as there supper.
Apis Mellifere Mare Crisium
Pigeon and Gamehen
With Mushrooms and Rice
Marinade, Olive Oil, Pomegranate molasses, grated ginger, crushed garlic,red current sauce,soy sauce, lime juice,fish stock,
Liquid smoke, marinade for three to four hours.
Veggies
Green peppers,red peppers,onion,garlic, yellow squash, mushrooms, bacon, sunflower seeds,sesame seed oil,slithered almonds, raisins.
There’s a war reporter in my ear.
There’s rain in my potatoes.
There’s tomatoes turning to running in my skillet.
There’s a life’s love fitfully sleeping away the Tuesday... in the next room.
There’s coffee on my tongue. And delighting my brain.
There’s dishes in the drying stage... in the morning light.
There’s a thought of Siddhartha,
who came to become the one who had no more becoming before him,
only after stepping outside of the walls, outside of the rules, outside of expectations.
There a thought of Siddhartha Gautama,
who came to see the broken, the bleeding, the aging, the hungry.
There’s a war reporter in my ear,
insisting on putting before us
what we so easily, what we so regularly, what we so willfully
put
out of sight,
out of earshot,
out of the grand and limited sweep of our attention.
Isn’t this reporter trying to awaken us all?
Isn’t this reporter trying to Awaken another?
Any other?
You?
Me?
Tim is a thinker and operates within the logic of his brain
Reasonable thoughts solutions imperative webs rule
and divide analyses paradigms and guidance from hell
He googles and ogles centrifugal dispersion displayed
on the smoke screen of distracting internet searches
A seeker he is however the computer can think but not feel
He had encountered Dialectical Behaviour Therapy
with the message of emotions complementing his
cognitive certainties meant to assemble the wise mind
Zen it must be then but even the information highway
takes him to Zen Mate a platform for hyperspace security
He can’t even delete it once installed hook line and sinker
Zen Zero Engagement with Nonsense obfuscates imminent truth
looms large as he decides to simply be under a luscious fig tree
An orange loin cloth covers his modesty as he attempts humility
Yet meditation still takes him far away from Gautama Siddhartha
to associations of Gauntanamo Bay Cuba and Alejandro Fidel Castro
but what has Tao got to do with it anyway what about Mao Zedong
Tim’s soul drifts away from internal Peace he is not yet cut out
for relaxation and confuses and corrupts to settle in Nirvana
His begging bowl calls for saffron delight without caviar’s caveats
Descartes shouts 'Carpe Diem' Marx wants knowledge with action
Nietzsche implies Zarathustra but golden ‘zarat’ remains fool’s gold
and ‘ushtra’ the camel does not fit through the third inner eye
Why cannot simplicity be more simple when the here and now
drifts away towards where and when as Tim tries to capture
letting go and let God while enlightenment is clothed in darkness
Tim’s Nike trainers suggest he can do it and Greek philosophy
reminds him ‘Hic Rhodos Hic Salta’ to jump here and not anywhere
else but leaps and bounds refuse to reach outcome detachment
One day he dreams that he might reach what is so close but obscured
for now sandalwood fragrances incense his inabilities to achieve
the essential meaning of life without target driven performance
“As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are.
Otherwise you will miss most of your life.”
– Siddhartha Gautama
Be where you are in present time
no matter what your circumstance.
Let life herald a vernal chime
to announce its boundless expanse.
Focus on your surroundings to
be where you are in present time.
The beauty is most brilliant
when your presence is in its clime.
Eat, drink, and view, all in full-time.
Life proffers fortunes if you can
be where you are in present time.
Be 'now', forget where you began.
Treasures spill before you as gold
but not from ill-begotten crime.
Live the precise instant you hold.
Be where you are in present time.
The concept of dignity and life varies amongst the living.
It does not vary amongst the dead unless they are part of the spirit world.
After death many believe that the people are still living!
Does the conception of life and death exist on the same line; therefore, there is another world?
Am I dead or alive?
This is a question that seems awkward to ask.
Still the conception of life being on the X of the Cartesian Plane is intriguing when it concerns being alive.
Well, I guess we just sit outside pondering these thoughts as we are ready to bask.
Do we end up with person that multiplied the fish?
Are we to dine at a banquet in a great hall?
Do we go to a place that we made it become a wish?
Are we to be in the sky with Siddhartha and not fall?
Is this life our only shot?
Are we to be taken by extraterrestrials as if we were bought?
Prince: Being in a place of unrest is rather confounding to the nature of the location when others describe the environment. For our person of the scholar’s cloth there lies the stone of fire and the pillars of the traveler.
Krishna: Pillar one teaches the person how they should live. This becomes a journey of looking into different states (beliefs) and applying them as living principles.
Prince: The dropbox of common dogma for one is not needed for the other. The dogma is detrimental as it denies the words of the Son. The dogma states about networking but destruction is the key to understanding when they apply their beliefs. They have been the classical, and modern Moral Orel’s in society.
Krishna: Pillar two is about standing for knowledge and learning to see people from the Locke perspective with the understanding of Maslow, Adler, Freud, Erikson, Spinuzzi, Bacon, Copernicus, Galileo, Pratarelli, Weber, Mohammad, Yeshua.
Prince: The knowledge pillar is the most critical to finding the answers to everything that is a problem of conformity, social disruption and foolishness. Maslow spoke about the hierarchy of needs in humanity. Siddhartha Gutama knew about this and called it Nirvana. Adler believed in holism as an understanding of the people. Tony Cassidy would write about this in 1997 from an environmental perspective. Everyone else would use the mind and universe to answer questions about our place and actions in the grand tapestry.
Krishna: Pillar three is about the knowing of the Self and not relying on others for the interpretation of the Self. Hearing the words of others should only be heard and not a full rewrite of the person. Not everyone will like the speaker as they choose to live in their excrement.
Krishna: The stone of fire is the love, dedication that helps them endure everything. It is the embodiment of Odin’s eye, the blood of the divine, the tears of those that can never be quenched by only one person. The stone is the testament to those that have been part of the journey. It tells of those that have betrayed the scholar.
Prince: All of this was learned at a place called Easy Place, where everything was a central hub that nearly overtook its name to becoming the ‘Forgotten Valor of the Soul.’
Krishna: The other pillars are of a different time for the traveler and of other statuses.
A prince born in the cradle of royal opulence
in the picturesque vale of the Nepal Himalaya,
Siddhartha Gautama renounced worldly life,
turned a mendicant, embarked on spiritual quest.
Striving to escape the mist of mundane illusions
in the mortal life of overwhelming ignorance,
mind intensely controlled meditated beneath Bodhi tree,
until awake enlightened to become the Buddha.
The tanets of his teaching seeded in the Gangetic plains
flourished as a new spiritual concept of awakening,
spread beyond the shores of ancient India
to emerge as a world religion, the Buddhism.
Distressed mind withdrawn from the sense-responses,
stilled in the quietude of mindfulness,
finds the beam of divine light at the end of dark tunnel,
the righteous life gets the insight of wisdom.
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
leading to karmic cycle of dying and being born.
The Buddha, my favorite spiritual legend, showed the way
of liberating the soul to attain the essence of nirvana.
Written : March 11, 2020
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