Transcendental Meditation Blues

Floating

Floating

Floating down the city streets

Floating over the roof tops

And over the hydrants

Dreaming fires

That breathe life into the trees

Older than your self righteous

Ego-maniacal

Diamond studded thoughts about

Right

And wrong

And left

And right

And

Stop.

 

How many timers have you stopped?

How many timers go off

Every day that you sit

Idly by

Wondering if today is

The last day of

Of the first day of the rest of your life

Pontificating on

The brash cynicism of

Our “generation”

That seems to think

That its all

Right

There.

 

Stop

And don’t forget

Which is to say remember, *

It’s so easy to eat the garbage

The great ones never ate the garbage

They might have slept out

In the garbage

To see what that was

To see who was there

To have the courage to look humanity

And the condition in the eye

And they were believers

They believed their

Fucking brains out

Night

After

Night

After night

Until the sweat dripped

From every poor body

That they met in those garbage heap dreams

But they didn’t eat the garbage

Whittman

Didn’t eat the garbage

Weil

Didn’t eat the garbage

King

Didn’t eat the garbage

Anthony

Didn’t eat the garbage

Kerouac and Ginsberg and Burroughs

Didn’t eat the garbage

It’s too easy

And you’re better than that.

 

So what do you do?

When you’re left shaking

Not your head

Not your body

Not even your soul

Just shaking

The whole world is

Shaking

We’re in perpetual motion

Shaking

Back and forth

Left to right

Back and forth

So what do you do?

How do you do something that is

True?

When you can’t even talk about

Truth anymore

Without having to

Explain yourself

Because Truth is in

The hand of the

Holder

The eye of the

Scolder

The unarmed

Soldier

Who fights with a pen

That shakes the very Earth to its

Core

And topples empires

With an indignant

Sense of

Egalitarian corruption

That makes the whole world

FLAT

Fuck!

We figured out the world was round

How many years ago?

And we’re back to

FLAT?!

FUCK!

 

So I waited

Found a stone upon which to

Take up residence

Sat down

Closed my eyes

And waited

Centuries

Millennia

Eons

I waited

As galaxies were born

And died

In the blink of my eye

I waited

Perfect Buddha Prince

Tender Lotus Leaf

Stranded in the desert

Passive traveler

Sojourner Truth

And I was tempted

Fuck yes!

Knees trembling

Body aching

Tongue swollen

Oh I was tempted

Tits

And

Ass

And

Pussy

And

Cum

Sliding past my the inner movements

Of my cock-self, loathing

I was tempted

But still I rested

In the cool emptiness

Of my own

Equanimity

Opened to the

Unblinking shadow of my

Third Eye

My Shakti sigh

My Dharma-ky

Fried eggs on the sidewalk

And called it gold!

Ripped snores of contemplation

Like angels and devils from an

Unwritten dichotomy

And when I

Woke up

Nothing made any more sense

Than it had before.

 

Fuck!

 

But

What if

That’s just the way it is

Just the way it was

When you looked out

With your

Original Face

The face you had

Before you were born

The face you’ll have

After you die

That you recognize

In the mirror

Where everything is backwards

And that’s

Just

The way

It

Is

Yes

Sigh

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