The Dragon’s Gate is the gate to liberation. It is a door to freedom, and it is guarded by a dragon.

All that is, is
This as-is;
Metaphor.
Or-
Awoke, and
wondered about
smoking,
did.
then, Hopped on a flight
to make money-
also true.
Over a while,
pondered emptiness
on a mountaintop-
SNOWCLAD COLD VISION PEAK-
discovered truth, was
true.
Then, dropped a cup of milk,
the honey missed more than dairy;
Oh-
oh oh oh
oh.
None not even one not even this
this - is true.
is not true.
this is a dream.
& as in a dream
Stuff(!) keeps on
Happening.

i don't know
where you went
all these
dusty kalpas.
have we always been as-
This?
I can never know you-
Truly, truly- Mu.
I mean, No.
That is the answer- it would appear so.
Time relents on,
ticking by- ticking by- tick-
YES I checked Kichi, she has none,
Goddess bless!
Anyway, where were we?
You slip past and by-
Gone, Again.
June Jordan said-
Some of Us did not Die.
you- I trust, shall never. No,
as in-
Music for Zen Meditation and Other Joys, 1964, Tokyo.
Yes- I remember!
i, transported elsewhere
altogether.
searching, seeking, seeking
for that blessed,
Goddess-Given
flute.
Ah my Dear,
I hurt at you hurting so.
Time, and again-
Coyote in the Zendo!
Take your time, dearest,
you whisper,
do not grow into bones
that these owls fain
for us to break.  
Take your time,
my Love-
Rest and Relax - O! yes,
do, do!
Where, dearest, shall we
run to, next- Here-
NowHere-
I
HOWL-
ing all the way!
Lunar Meanders
and Spreading the Light of
Darkness-
I open to thee,
Darkness. guide us-
we have need for Poison.
Ah, not always- I am rambling again.
i remember a time,
when you were carrying me in
your tender embrace ,
caressing me
with
A Guide to Fearlessness,
yes- I do not-
know-
and I am nobody too -
Our best ever friend,
Emily the one and True.
We see you, yes,
yes we do.
Ah! not always-
so, there I was,
sitting down, finally.
feeling the separate
dissolve for a split-
ah there I go,
rambling.
anyways, I don't know where I was going with this-
What IS this?
THIS-
is it.
Almost down to the last second now.
Bittersweet learning, guiding with a most
kind hand.
Love, thrown about so strewlessly,
that's not a word, dearest,
you whisper-
neither is any language
to befit a marvelous miracle as
You.
Bah! Poetry!
who needs that when-
She said, No, there is
is
need for poetry.
And i, my dearest
held back a deep tear-
Drama Queen,
hah!
all that is, is metaphor.
yes!
there is only

I-
I am insanely insecure.
I have trouble speaking up &saying what i need to say.
I blame my lover for deep wounds within me. I do no work and blame any one who gets close enough to know that within i am actually a really thoughtful and caring and tender person.
I use all this knowledge to bolster my sense of self.
I use all these weapons to put everyone at a distance.
I am the reason those around me a uncomfortable.
I am a liar. I am fraud. I am horrible human being.
I understand this at the deepest level of myself. I whisper these words to myself whenever i am alone. Whenever i am in the dark.
So that when i awake i have to fear what i truly am. Who i really am.
And who am i?
I am weak. I am insecure. I am a jealous beast.
I am Snow White's step mother.
I am Adolf ******.
I am everyone who has everyone done evil to torture and harm humans animals plants.
I am the fear that behaves in such a way that i will never realise that i am horrible.
I am horrible. I am terrible.
I am just me.
AND
i am not i
i am a
dream.

using my own
vital force
and energy
to help make
others happy.
o this
ones viral
a curse
illness omen.
and inevitably
IT FEELS SO ****** GOOD!
in a crueltomyself sense
making myself less so that
<x> feel here
feels happy
about their existence
via my action.
well--
love's oven is warm.

it is sometimes
o.k.
to feel guilty
for
not feeling so.
∞
here i mean as i folded clothes from my laundry that theres a guilt now days i feel when not feeling the guilt im supposed to feel and no i personally do not prefer "wise" or whatever poetry but it came and the rest of the words were broken in the wind. anyways, i wrote this and the title refers to a praxis of mine to clearly identify my ambitions and thus accept that i have these be they fueled from "personal self" or "society" (thats you, kid!) or otherwise and thence leave them all and be a life lived with no ambition- in fact apparently such is the way to be rid of addictions - addiction in case you've guessed by now have little to do with drugs, in fact its any self-soothing behavior that is done as a protest of acknowledging and being with a sort of fuzze pain that we may or even may not be conscious of and thus our actions to bless away this amorphousity is through this or that action perhaps being a proud teetotaller and thus getting drunk on virtue or not smoking cannabis but getting high on fasting or not ******* but getting ****** up on miserliness it is all almost infinite and a never end and thus live live live with no why heyhoheyhey

dont
didnt
dont feel like
writing today.
pointless.
and more,
why?
thus wrote today.
and that was
NOT
my day.