centrifugal force

a particularly uninspired 
     morning 
so many things left 
     undone 

other people seem 
     to have it 
     all together 

I've always wanted 
     to be like them 

but there's this thing 
     called 
     Gravity 

it holds us all together 
     somehow 
it also makes things 
     slip out of my hands 
     and fall to the floor 
     and break 

try as I may 
     to prevent such 
     happenings 

a friend explained it to me... 
     it has to do with 
     centrifugal force 
     and mass 
     and such 

I just know that I need 
     to lose a few pounds of mass 
     and stop 
          dropping things 

No tango :-(

So everyone's closed for Christmas
No tangeros, no tango
Very little magic
Very little "spirit"
     Of the season
What does gift giving and
      Shopping
Have to say
To me

I would much rather
Be
Held in your arms
Interpreting music
     And closeness

I would much rather be
Negotiating
One hundred year old floorboards
Negotiating
What you mean
By that little move
That little turn
     Of your very masculine
Shoulders

Sigh...

the whichness of what

the whichness of what. . . 

one day 
the being- 
had a conference 
with the others- 

all decided 
to halt all 
killing 
and general mayhem 

they knew it would 
take some study 
they knew it would 
not be easy 

so many beings 
were used to such 
a high level 
of violence 

but it was decided 
for now 
and forever 
that 
life 
without violence 
would be 
better 

schools were created 
to study the issue 
papers were written 
and shared 
beings traveled 
everywhere 

to get a consensus 
of opinion 
regarding this 
decision 
to live 
a peaceful 
life 

to give 
unto others 
and to be like 
the magi 
the really, really 
wise ones 

there was 
much opposition 
to this idea- 
rather than live in peace 
many wanted to kill 
the opposition 

opposing what?
well, various things, 
like whose God was greater 
whose monetary system 
was better 
whose way of life 
must dominate 

but the beings persisted 
in the perusal
of peace 

until they arrived 
at the unshakable conclusion 
that it really 
was better 

to all get along 
and to take care 
of the planet 
they all called 
home 

all the animals should 
be provided 
for 

the air should 
remain 
breathable 
and free 
for all 

the water should 
be pure 
and running 
down 
natural 
sweet 
streams 

no being 
should be perpetrating 
violence 
on another 

and they went 
further . . .
inside our heads 
should be 
a no-fly zone 
no flying around of
hatred and self doubt 
no negativity 
allowed 

somehow 

schools were created 
and papers were 
written 
and 
beings traveled 
everywhere 
having conferences 
and conventions 
studying this 
new 
way 
to live 

is this the future 
or has it been 
our past 

when are we 
gonna 
get it ??

Ah Zen . . .

"If you want to climb a mountain,
     start at the top."
(zen saying)

forty minutes 
     to freedom 
to floating 
     in clouds 

I need to remember 
     to stop 
     to sit.
          -still-
It's not that 
     hard 

They talk about 
     biting 
          the iron 
               ball
Yes, it is iron, 
     but who is 
          biting it 
     and why?

"Only don't know"
     just sit -
          just be - 

Allow the background 
     of being 

To follow 
     its own 
          breath 

Ah Zen . . .

Life of Pi, life of Leela...

(upon attending a discussion, concerning a movie, looked upon 
with Freudian Analysis)

Life of Pi 
     Life of Leela... 

We all have Tigers
     in our boats 
Some of us fight harder 
     than others 

Some might acquiesce 
     and let the Tiger 
          eat us 

The Tiger being God- 

     as much 
     or as little 
     as anything 
          else

Let the Tiger 
     eat us 
     in the beginning 
to save ourselves 
     the trouble 
     of all that 
          training 

Or let the Tiger drown 
     don't build him 
     a g**-damn ladder!

Carnivores and 
     Vegetarians 
Approach things 
     from different 
          angles 

Eastern and Western 

You have a knife and 
     an oar 
Which would be a spear-

Kill the Tiger 
Tan his hide 
     for a blanket 
          for a cape 

I come from the 
     West 

-But the Tigers in 
     my boat 
          don't die 

Nor do they seem 
     to be trainable 
I throw them fish, 
     tidbits and treats 

They laugh- 

We travel together 
We dance 
We dream 

I dream 
     of one day 
being able to train 
     my Tigers 

Befriend them 
     maybe even 
          pet them 

They devour me... 

It is the story 
     of us all 

Sometimes 
     they leave me 
          alone 
Long enough 
     to escape 
to float and fly 
     and expand 
     into light 

Maybe they drive 
     me to it 
Maybe I should 
     thank them 
          for it 

I only need to 
      escape
      more often 

-We reflect back-
     Tigers, boats, oceans, 
          egos...

The Buddhists talk of 
     mirrors 

-of cleaning 
     mirrors 

-of reflections in 
     pools 

-of the moon in 
     a cloudless 
          sky 

Why? 

wax, philosophically

panic, panic, panic
all afternoon 
I work- 
access denied- 
can't access blog- 
all my work 
     gone for naught- 
naught- 
naught-
naught- 

again I try 
reset this
     and that 
deny, deny, deny

I swear off 
     computers- 
I swear off 
     writing- 

I wax philosophically 
about the old days...
-living in the DIRT!

ok,,, over emotional 
I suppose... 

but life has been 
a challenge lately 
and if I can't talk to 
     blog...
what then?

God's fish net

Trying to catch

The goldfish with a net

And they weren't having any

Of it

They have evaded 

Raccoons for too long

To be easy prey 

For me

Even though they were being taken

To a better place

A newer, better pond 

I've made

They were running scared

Swimming hard 

To evade 

Their fate

I couldn't tell them

About the better place

They could not hear
With their goldfish
Ears

And I reflected

Pausing-

Net in hand-

Maybe that's like 

We are

Humans here 

Upon the earth

When we have to move on
When we are called to go
To that better place
And all we can do is run
-swim as fast as we can
To avoid god's net
Calling us home
Catching us
Holding us
Lifting us
To join our goldfish friends
Who have already
Gone