To maintain Order, Wars are fought to eliminate the "Scourge of Drugs",
Unfortunately, extrajudicial killings only create
A Deeper Trauma and a new form of Chaos.
Due to our Ignorance we can't always perceive our interconnectedness
In Indra's Web.
Are Post-Modern Paganism
Even if you consider yourself
To be a Believer
In One God.
On a thousand different things
Without really focusing completely
One can multitask
Without really knowing how
One can study get exposed to a million concepts
Without really learning anything.
All this sounds
Like a condemnation of Social Networks,
But it really isn't.
Social Networks teach one
About the potential for INTEGRATION.
It is the COMPARTMENTALIZATION of Systems
And the Extreme Individualism
That make it impossible
For Humanity to successfully address problems.
With Social Networking,
We're modeling the Basis
For a Solution.
One can tie Information together,
Whether all the Information "makes sense"
It's the LINKAGES that are important.....
Social Networks demonstrate
Spoken of in Buddhism
And it is this Interconnectedness
Which reveals the Oneness
More than "belief"
In One God.
They live in Separate Worlds,
Though under the same roof.
How can two people
In close proximity
Live in Separate Worlds
If Everything is interterconnected
As the Buddha taught?
Well, the Buddha didn’t mention
And Religious Sectarianism
Only the Injustice of Caste.
People who are of different religious backgrounds……
Can have different priorities and values
It can lead
To a Schism.
Have you ever heard those flat harmonies of death, where operatic assertions resound throughout damp and ancient crypts of macabre folklore?
Time is slowly running out, and the flame of life is flickering in the winds of captivating finality.
Although haunting screams are like echoes which transcend fatty spreads of digestive mediocrity, the stalagmites and stalactites of gothic caverns display their erect features which defy rational explanation.
Feel the depths of soulless forests as they chant messages of reconciliation amidst tangled weeds and branches of self-stimulation.
Amitriptyline can facilitate sleep at the end of an indulgent evening.
I lay here waiting in my skin for the tearing of the membrane
that seperates this world from the next one and I let myself
get carried along by a fresh stream of reasoning until I
flare up in the dark like a new species of amoeba
this balancing and spinning around on an atom and just not
falling off it becomes boring at times and maybe because of that
sporules once landed here to grant us the possibility
of another possibility
I lay here waiting and I manage not to drown just like only
an almost newborn baby can and being born in 1983
means nothing here in the swelling infinity
of the abnormal
my skin has been waiting for new atmospheres for decades
and the touch of unknown forms makes me shudder with
raw impervious happiness because invisible energy
effervesces alongside my arms and the eyes in my skull
could be anyone’s right now
suddenly the waiting is forgotten and I wallow myself
in the gathered fairy tales of every soul that preceded me
carelessly astonished and uncapable of understanding
the seriousness of this absurd life
inside me irrational poetry dances
like a tribe jumping around a bonfire
outside the universe
dances her own eternity
round and round
I saw a little crab coming out the sea
snail shell greeting me.
I saw a ladybug
undressing and welcoming
me on the beach.
Then I bathed in the luminous
sun rays naked.
Bare beauty of existence:
I let the lady bug go
near the coast
to climb on the finest bush branch.
Thank you, happy-go-lucky!
I go as well. . . sweet lady
I saw grey green crabs
running into the shade
hiding among sea rock
cracks. . .sea waves splashing over them.
I saw a lonely seagull staring at me
thoughtfuly aware. This reserve sharp,
piercing gaze surpised me ~ thinking:
"Who is this-lady occupying my bay?"
Then the seagull flew away landing
nearby on the baby waves, swaying
with a natural rhythm, drifting, white,
away, still aware of my presence.
I had to draw him within my mind
to capture the curve of his beak
and the orange yellow shade, eyes
thinking of other eyes, masculinity.
The body was The Livingston. Pure
bonus. Of living. I saw all human beings
have this yearning soul, wanting to be
happy. Every inner light glows beautifully.
Thank you ~ Majestic Universe! We are
never alone! Interconnected I am, happy,
content, loving each rock, pebble, soil~
tree, person, sunrise~music~sunset!
Every ripple's interference phenomena
caused by these amazing alive beings.
Morning around. . .
Delicate whispers of gentle streams
Subtly hinting at blue river dreams
Gradually flowing out of broken seams
Marking the interconnectedness of wooden beams
Flipping through papyrus in sinewy reams
The passing of solitude through tainted genes
All the pop culture in irrelevant magazines
Wondering what the world in its entirety means
Bracing oneself through nonchalant leans
Ready for what the universe brings