beauty is born
torn and tired
tirelessly turning 
into itself
she unfurls 
her long and shapely legs 
like a chain of
tibetan prayer-flags
waving to the Sun
immediately she begins 
to stage the play
that penetrates the heart 
with strong arms
and a silken mane 
the color of sea-spray 
her neck is the foam filled ocean 
and her ******* 
are coral reefs that protect
the polyps that cluster 
in her unfathomable depths 

modern day education
is beyond biased 
and most definitely broken
impermanent knots 
are haphazardly tied
to bind the minds
of dancing children
short-term memory
instigates a fleeting vision
some call it autism 
others prefer anarchy
a fear of growth 
or is it really indecision
that when you can no longer respond 
to life's most pertinent questions
with anything other 
than no thank you
eventually every syllable uttered 
becomes the stuttered sound 
of overly clichéd ambivalence
that frequently masks 
itself as wisdom


despite our higher self's 
best wishes
such limitless awareness
our very own bodhichitta
slowly becomes 
an interminable trickster
also known as Ego 
which incessantly repeats

phrases like 
i’ve earned these blessings
i've learned these lessons
aeons ago
therefore it is best to
meditate and inspect one's thoughts
on a daily basis
before all these shadows 
have a chance to grow and become
funeral wreaths
still the ego says
oh what fun it is to look at
the shimmering shawls strewn 
haphazardly like wedding veils
upon our watery souls
as if you and I were a couple of
Jackson ******* paintings


to heat the flame
inside the
limitless
space of your soul
you cannot
deny your heart
the swamps, vines, rocks and peaks
it seeks for eternity
the ancient trees drink light
and breathe out the heaviness
of splintered sight 
into the ephemeral night
divine breath
is calling you home
sounding trumpet flowers
daily...

gathering falling branches
and transforming sticks of palo santo
into star-studded candles
which permanently leave 
their ashen and iridescent marks 
like tattooed scars
upon the painted face of the sky

while angels fly
with flaming bundles of hair
weaving silent smoke signals
rising up from warm coals
the spiraling eyes of the spirits 
are alight with the embers of love
which impress their radiant etchings 
upon the daguerreotype of darkness' 
burning eyeballs


faceless in the heat
grief is asleep and dreaming
of justice
a curse on those 
who evade their emptiness
in culturally appropriated places
harboring...

regret like a fugitive 
such frustration that i wept
for the lack of fruitfulness 
******* the chords of love
slowly and gently she strums
her weeping guitar 
as if arrows and yarn
were woven into her arms
like baby blankets and bundles of cotton
naked and forlorn 
her hair worn short
still she swore that she could not rest
until all had sweat their prayers
through hollow caverns and windy staircases
her vision forever strengthened
by a ceaseless determination

balancing multiple lovers
is never an ideal situation
hearts broken and freedom falling
toppling down from heaven’s peak 
into these dusty old basements
just as we suspected
everything is resurrected
to time’s smiling amazement
both old ones and new ones
are reflections of truth
juniper sours
and blooming flowers 
of golden waterlilies 
poppies and sprigs of amaranth
jaundiced and porous
loquacious are the stages 
that we must pass through 
on our way to becoming 
dew drops and frozen apples


remediating all this concrete nonsense 
would be to our immediate economic advantage
these tragic promissory notes 
where landed lords of wealth 
have repeatedly replicated themselves 
upon trillions of meaningless pieces of paper
their stoically printed faces 
should not be readily trusted
nor traded or exchanged
for life's necessities
they are not only useless but truly 
dangerous
as they often claim
that they are only passing through
yet as each new day dawns
they are forever inclined 
to once again dine with you anew


bold in flesh and sinuous
only a moment before
the Sun shall bloom and whisper
with sleepy eyes
into yarrow flavored water
the secret of not knowing
the ancient face
of grandmother Moon speaks
through alabaster teeth
so intent on biting through sheets of
dawn’s iridescent sky
that the sounds of her words
are instantly drowned out 
by her tears
yet if you listen 
really closely like an owl
to the chorus of the night
you can clearly 
hear the forest echo

i love you

I want to buy cross necklace
And Emerald Buddha Amulet

I don't see why I can't love Jesus
And practice Buddhism at the same time

They are both wise teachers

Jesus I love you
And am thankful for what you have done for me

Thank you Buddha for teaching me not to cling or grasp
In this ever changing world

When I walk the cross and amulet
Will jingle together

Remember to love others
Remember to show the loving compassion of the Bodhichitta

Surely if I do this
I will live good life!

Ego is a social construct

Stories are told about us
We tell ourselves these stories to reinforce
Who we think we are

I am going my own way
I am not something I can see as an object

The self includes everyone you meet
That is the true way

Comparisons abound
Better or Worse

Everybody has a different map of the universe

We are brought into being dependent on causes
We totally lack essence or inherent existence

With each encounter we take on a part of each other

We have trouble accepting the idea of no self
It does not mean we don't exist

Am I form or am I boundlessness??
All five streams of body and mind our boundless
Our form, our feelings and perceptions
Are free of boundaries

You cannot identify me by nailing down some part of my being
We are intimately related with all causes and conditions

We are continually creating each other

Die to our old self
And rise to our new self
There is no permanent seperate self

Dimensions of a self include
Social security, drivers license, etc
So people can be held accountable

If the buddha said the self did exist
He would have been teaching permanence
If he said the self did not exist
He would have been teaching nihilism

I am you
You are me
We are part of each other

Boddhi Dharma
When asked who he was
Did not know who he was

Don't rely on a fixed idea (not knowing)

The teacher suggests on
Give up on any Idea on finding out Who You are
Practice loving kindness (bodhichitta)
Drop the walls of your own particular club

Pray to be relieved of the burden of ego
Or Narcissism
Remember All the people who have helped you
These people are a part of you

Thus shall you think of this fleeting world
A phantom, a dream

Self and no-self
Two sides of the same thing
Accepting them as concepts
Give up
The tight clasp of who you think you are

This life is so real

What is it?
What is it?  
Alan Watts asked
We can't get at it

There is republican and democrat
Christian and Jew
Young and old
The mind creates categories
What is the category of all categories then?
It must be love

Love is the source
The source of all life

It's quite a thing to be a human being
In the 21st century
I follow the ancient way
Of the teacher
From time to time
One time to the next time
That's it?

Crazy I know
How the times change

I try to do what is right
To cultivate the loving compassion
Of Jesus and of the Bodhichitta

Nobody ever told me
About the emptiness of existence
About the longing I would feel
I hope to be loved

Trying, trying so hard
To be happy
Trying to do what is right

Nothing like a good hard try

Guard your passions,
And watch your motives
Those ethers always open
And those dark serpents
Be slithering through the grasses
Of your aggregates,
Grasping
Attached like magnets
Tell me how skillful is your magic?
That static don't cling
To the golden fleece of a master
Moods influenced by I,
So every move made in rapture
Reside in Sukavati,
Calm abiding
In Three Principle Aspects
Renunciation, Bodhichitta, Shunyata
Made actual
Tactical and tactful
Calculated
While open to spontaneous
Grace
A warrior
For peace love and happiness