one for the Phoenix Project -- an "emergent church" whence I have received social and spiritual sustenance
I have been shanghaied
into a hurricane whose eye is Jesus' swarthy baby-face
temple terrorist
water-whisperer
can't make up his mind whether he's dead or alive
drops plumb-line heart-cord straight down
to core of fiery planet
pulling up Earth energy to ground my feet
to glue my ass to Terra Firma, aquaderma
perma frost, Pentecost
found and lost, dead sea-tossed
toss your cross and “why” your “I”s
tolerate, equivokize, love has sprung, hate’s demise
trembling trickster, Mistress Mister
rocket-launch, mighty paunch
politician’s selfless lies, campaign speech anesthetize
“We gave them food stamps, now they’re pissed –
Fascist Muslim Socialists”
civil union, pork communion, pulpits, gulp it, sure as shit
rich man, poor man, bastard, priest
and this is how it was preached in Jesus’ time, in every
Bhagavad Gita sonnet rhyme, Buddhist Sutra, Taoist mountain
Jewish volume, atheist commune –
settle with your brother, give of yourself to your neighbor
if she is in need, indeed, undoubtedly
she is your savior
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Moon's -- coffeeshop therapy
One summer evening, shortly after we graduated high school, I found myself in my friend Moon’s bathroom, on my knees in front of the toilet, doing what teenagers with low tolerances to alcohol and marijuana do best.
I had found my late-teen nirvana, had indeed begun to hang out with the guys getting intoxicated and high. This was the first in a long string of nights that we would spend at Moon’s house when his Mom was away, smoking, drinking, listening to music.
As the nausea retreated, something overtook me gently, unnoticeably at first. Then I was suddenly aware of it, filling every corner of my consciousness. "It" was a joyful, highly intelligent Presence – It was a unity of my thoughts, feelings and other sensations, and everything within reach of my perception. But it was something deeper than thta. This was a conscious energy that ran from the core of my being. It was the thing that gave me awareness, intelligence, life.
Laughingly, It emanated from and flowed into everything in and around me – my breath, the music blaring from my Moon’s room (Pink Floyd’s Welcome to the Machine), the walls, the fixtures in the bathroom.
And this Flow, as I came to call it, was laughing, because its very nature was comical, intelligent and light-hearted. It was delighted with its own Self.
I reasoned the next day that, either I had had a schizophrenic experience – or that I had experienced something spiritual, akin to what Buddhists find in meditation, welcoming me to the Universe.
I had found my late-teen nirvana, had indeed begun to hang out with the guys getting intoxicated and high. This was the first in a long string of nights that we would spend at Moon’s house when his Mom was away, smoking, drinking, listening to music.
As the nausea retreated, something overtook me gently, unnoticeably at first. Then I was suddenly aware of it, filling every corner of my consciousness. "It" was a joyful, highly intelligent Presence – It was a unity of my thoughts, feelings and other sensations, and everything within reach of my perception. But it was something deeper than thta. This was a conscious energy that ran from the core of my being. It was the thing that gave me awareness, intelligence, life.
Laughingly, It emanated from and flowed into everything in and around me – my breath, the music blaring from my Moon’s room (Pink Floyd’s Welcome to the Machine), the walls, the fixtures in the bathroom.
And this Flow, as I came to call it, was laughing, because its very nature was comical, intelligent and light-hearted. It was delighted with its own Self.
I reasoned the next day that, either I had had a schizophrenic experience – or that I had experienced something spiritual, akin to what Buddhists find in meditation, welcoming me to the Universe.
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