Sep 4
Life carries me effortlessly
Because I'm ultra light.
I weigh nothing at all
Just a whisper in hard vacuum
An unheard echo under absolute pressure
It is my name alone that the dream devotees babble madly as mantra
"Jivanmukti-Shiva-Buddha
Christ-Mother Kali"
Don't you see yourself
in my gore stained teeth
when i laugh?
When i sing?
When i scream?
As the Impersonal Self,
The Genuine Article
stillborn in vain
I am only what Is
&
Is not
No different than silent forest fog humming
The venerable war songs of Non-Being
Both fang and throat
peace of soil damp black
I am that old bullet hole hermit on the *****
Bearing my burn scar stigmata
No eye has ever seen
As one engulfed in meaning
I am pure virile alive-starving cannibal
proto-man embodied in pure condensed permanent Lust for existence
I gamble ALL for the sake of one heartbeat,
for One gram of scar tissue,
one touch of her eyes,
one crimson foot print,
one strand of hair fallen to the cheek
I lounge and doze here in warm fields of dancing citrus blossoms but
I love dancing too in this our noisy blood soaked chicken house
A raving lunatic ******* pure rot atop azure mountains of crystal attention
I alone am the singer of all love songs that die unresolved in the morning dew
I rejoice in the lack of safe refuge
Bare naked inside the silent hurricane.
As consumer of universes
I invent pain and anguish
Just to rip the desperate moan from the lips of every-man, at last!
'I' alone am the rotting corpse, poorly hidden within each man's beating heart
No-Thing more ever have I been
no-thing less could I ever be
Because I'm ultra light.
I weigh nothing at all
Just a whisper in hard vacuum
An unheard echo under absolute pressure
It is my name alone that the dream devotees babble madly as mantra
"Jivanmukti-Shiva-Buddha
Christ-Mother Kali"
Don't you see yourself
in my gore stained teeth
when i laugh?
When i sing?
When i scream?
As the Impersonal Self,
The Genuine Article
stillborn in vain
I am only what Is
&
Is not
No different than silent forest fog humming
The venerable war songs of Non-Being
Both fang and throat
peace of soil damp black
I am that old bullet hole hermit on the *****
Bearing my burn scar stigmata
No eye has ever seen
As one engulfed in meaning
I am pure virile alive-starving cannibal
proto-man embodied in pure condensed permanent Lust for existence
I gamble ALL for the sake of one heartbeat,
for One gram of scar tissue,
one touch of her eyes,
one crimson foot print,
one strand of hair fallen to the cheek
I lounge and doze here in warm fields of dancing citrus blossoms but
I love dancing too in this our noisy blood soaked chicken house
A raving lunatic ******* pure rot atop azure mountains of crystal attention
I alone am the singer of all love songs that die unresolved in the morning dew
I rejoice in the lack of safe refuge
Bare naked inside the silent hurricane.
As consumer of universes
I invent pain and anguish
Just to rip the desperate moan from the lips of every-man, at last!
'I' alone am the rotting corpse, poorly hidden within each man's beating heart
No-Thing more ever have I been
no-thing less could I ever be
CASE 3. GUTEI'S FINGER
Gutei raised his finger whenever he was asked a question about Zen. A boy attendant began to imitate him in this way. When a visitor asked the boy what his master had preached about, the boy raised his finger.
Gutei heard about the boy's mischief, seized him and cut off his finger with a knife. As the boy screamed and ran out of the room, Gutei called to him. When the boy turned his head to Gutei, Gutei raised up his own finger. In that instant the boy was enlightened.
When Gutei was about to die, he said to the assembled monks,"I received this one-finger Zen from Tenryu. I used it all my life and yet could not exhaust it" and then he passed away.
Gutei raised his finger whenever he was asked a question about Zen. A boy attendant began to imitate him in this way. When a visitor asked the boy what his master had preached about, the boy raised his finger.
Gutei heard about the boy's mischief, seized him and cut off his finger with a knife. As the boy screamed and ran out of the room, Gutei called to him. When the boy turned his head to Gutei, Gutei raised up his own finger. In that instant the boy was enlightened.
When Gutei was about to die, he said to the assembled monks,"I received this one-finger Zen from Tenryu. I used it all my life and yet could not exhaust it" and then he passed away.
