Ten-Minute Poem, Really

I saw the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by validation

& paying rent
the galleries spit 'this won't sell' can you make it blacker please

i nearly disengage from the software salesman
the voice (isaiah 30:21) cocks my head
why i ask (i'll never know) what is your passion?
pilgrimage, journeys in swahili = safari

lsd can be ego-shattering, please don't try this at home

and I drove no radio sf through reno through the $5 buffets of Wendover
through the searing white washed luna-scape of the salt flats
a meditation on lust twisting through my mind
2 months before the divorce 2002
this isn't about him haunting my mind
god spoke

the Word is not printed
'over one million people a day do a search on the Internet for a spiritual term'

(according to Global Media Outreach)

not there either

lust, possession, I WANT you ripens melts into forgetting yourself
forget yourself, forget yourself, forget
your
self
merging
tao

sex, skiing, sado (tea ceremony): pale orgasms without shattering forgetting self

watch the waves from Pacifica 10 months after the tsunami
dead kelp artichoke, calamata colors, italian salad
roar slams the chain link fence rusting the trailer home
tell me where does one wave start? and next begin

where do You begin? and I end

ocean: no boundary - no shore -> no tsunami

p.s. thanks, Jack. isaiah 30:21 "Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."

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[le invisiblelandscape]

"Freedom is the realization that this deep, deep peace and this unknown are what you are. Everything else is just an extension of this unknown. The whole visible universe, in fact, is just an extension in time of this unknown, this mountain of quiet."

-Adyashanti.org