Huckabees

We are all fragments of god;
If there is such a thing
Everything’s sacred, has got
Some sacred in:
Bearded drunk man on The High –
Punches the air;
Shopping-drunk masses walk by;
He’s not even there.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

All drunk, and all of us parts –
One greater whole.
Sacred, profane with this dust,
Takes any role.
This is the sweet comedy –
We’re living in.
Lost in our own tragedies –
Missing the thing.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Life’s to be used and enjoyed,
That’s all it is.
Journey, or tool and a toy,
Hardship and bliss.
Won’t let today slip away,
Run past my mind,
Presence is all; if I stay –
Magic I find.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Living a series of moments-
Ordinary things.
Thousands of holy presents,
This stillness brings.
Figments and fragments of sacred –
Fall through the air.
Settling dust on a bed –
Freedom from care.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Hellfire nor Brimstone (Hicktown)

Don’t need hellfire, nor brimstone, today
Giving it back – so take it away
Did me no good, and wasn’t much use
So here you go. Thanks anyway.

Don’t need small-town opinions right now
It’s amazing what fear can allow
Did me no good, these forms of abuse
So take ‘em back any old how.

Is it any surprise I grew up
Looking sickly and feeling frakked up
Took me this long to work out the truth –
That it’s your fears that I’m giving up

Turn the stones and draw fish in the sand
This goes out to the woman or man
Who grew up in hick town – any millstone or noose
Moving on now as best as they can.

All that hellfire and brimstone was theirs
It’s much better just left in their cares
Did you no good – and it wasn’t much use
So returning it simply sounds fair.

Don’t need hellfire, nor brimstone, today
Giving it back – so take it away
Did me no good, and wasn’t much use
So here you go. Thanks anyway.

Going the other Way

Blocks on the path of the Way seem to keep returning in different guises. The previous block (interpreting non-attachment as a negative energy witholding life experience) has come back as an interpretation of the Way being a negative way to live. If this ‘Way’ is so amazing, then why does it feel boring, crummy, repetitious, serious, ascetic, and plain silly at times?

Of course it’s the other way round. Along pursuit of the Way comes a vast unknown quantity of potential, creativity, energy, light, life wisdom. It allows one to be fully alive to life’s present experiences and challenges, joys and wonders. In Tolle’s words, it opens up the beauty of life irrespective of one’s current life position. It can lead to unknown places, instead of being tied to holding patterns, stuck records, painful energy, and dusty scripts.

Going into the Way is embracing life – literally and on many levels. Is this what it feels like to be a ‘path winner’? If so, then this is my first glimpse of it – through the mire of what the Theravadin’s call the ‘great terror’ felt by anyone entering the gate.

The Way is the opposite of what my ego thinks it is. Or, in Christian language, this is topsy-turvy refinement going on; losing one’s life only to find it. Found. Lost. Found again. Lost again. Making found into lost. Making lost into found. Profoundly confounded. Backwards and forwards.

All very neccesary. How funny!

Buddhist monks on walkathon for environment

“The yatra is a way of embracing the ‘walking life’, which is beautiful and stress free. Why should we quit walking for cars and helicopters, when they cause so much damage to nature,” the Gyalwang Drukpa told reporters here before commencing the journey on May 25. Read more