Thursday, January 15, 2009

Intellectual Rock

Rush is what I call intellectual rock. Dig it:

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill.
I will choose a path that's clear.
I will choose freewill.


Friday, January 09, 2009

Listen to the light.
~~~It knows best.
~~~~~It grows into the vortex.
~~~~~~~It does not resist.

Some Thoughts

In the employee lounge earlier today I sat, (in our new 28 million dollar building) eating a turkey on wheat sandwich, looking at the compacted white snow outside the window on the rooftop, staring passed it at a grouping of trees, hovering in free thought, just being, and then I began to picture the evolution of man and of how God, Goddess, or a God or Goddess may have had a hand in the direction of our evolution. (Of course this is but one of an infinite number of possibilities that I’ll not dwell on here)

As the human race we consider ourselves the only animal, the only living thing that possesses depth, the only ones that experience uniquely this world we all share— all living things, and possibly even inanimate objects may have experiences that are just not known to us. Trees, for instance , who’s to say that they do not experience life in a way that we could never understand, on a level that we could never understand. Our perceptions are our world. But we are not alone. How arrogant it would be to assume that we alone weave the cosmic web of experience. But to realize that we are all part of a greater universal whole of thought that contains us, that is an extension of our being, of being itself, this is where we touch a higher knowing, a higher realm of existence. More than what we are. The world as a whole, we experience it, so maybe it experiences us as well.

And then I bit into a ripe pear—
so sweet and juicy with brown scratch marks
etched into its green flesh. My lunch break was over.
The pear: consumed.

Friday, January 02, 2009

A Bit of Tomfoolery

For all my depth,
I ask this of you now—

Was Don Notts really one of Mick Jagger’s alter egos?

Compare their facial features and expressions.


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    And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.

    "Let us remember . . . that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both." Christian Wiman, Editor of "POETRY" "Hang on to your hopes my friend; That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away, simply pretend that you can build them again." ~ Paul Simon

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    "Imagination is more important than knowledge." ~ Albert Einstein