Tuesday, June 27, 2017

sutra 1 revised


The life of a breath

The subtle air flows
out of your lungs
and then back in
back and forth
in an equilibrium
echoing birth and death
In the small moment
before taking a breath in
there is a flash of joy, a relief
Breathing in you are born again
the world is made new and then
steadily ascends to its climax
Breathing in is like you wake up again
In the suspended moment
before breathing out there is
an equal and opposite joy of relief
Breathing out the world is released
let go of, there is a little sleep,
a small o, death in miniature,
a rest stop.

Friday, June 16, 2017

tonight's song

Tonight's Tribs Song Solo, transcribed...

Jack and Jill went up the hill 
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling after

Jill said Jack be more careful
You coulda broke my neck like that
Jack said I'm sorry sis,
but I was falling fast

and the hill was long 
and the song was wrong
and I got bruises on my scars
and bugs crawling in my ears
and exlamation points all over my fears
and i got little rocks in my eyes
and I got octopi swimming in my big tears
and I got little people in little houses
with little doggies in little dog houses
dying in their make-believe wars

And I got 
I got you 
yes i do

And I got my walking shoes
dippity dippity dippity dang do

I got blood in my veins
I got marrow in my bones
i got a flotilla of 
rolling motor homes 
I got a fiddle full of 
flighty hormones

i got water by the boatload
I got docs by the bay
I got billion dollar bashes
every other damn day

I've got bluecollar salesmen 
breathing down my neck
I've got bottles of tequila
waiting up on deck

i've got a million questions
burning in my maw
I've gotten a million answers
but every one is flawed

I've got one thing more
one thing less
one thing gone
one thing best

I've got something else
Until something else comes along

I've got this here song
and this ear to take it all in

i've got this mouth to sing along
to the music of the spheres

The music
of the spheres 
is here
in your 1-4-5
circular pattern, my dear

i've got a spray-paint spirit-spout
That on the hour sprays verses
on the sides of hearses

What else?

I'm out

lessons for dummies

the mind is like the wind


Will you let your error-filled limited-perception wind-like mind lead you -all seeing you, core of consciousness you-or will you =oversoul you- lead your mind, your mighty but limited unit of perception?

You are in everything, the trees, the rivers, even the rocks. And everything is in turn in you. The atoms you breath are the atoms I breath, we share blood, we share air. 

How cool is the air?

But your particular perception, as highly valuable as it is, is still limited. So learn the dance learn to bring your limited perception to the universe and not be limited by your perception of the universe. That's too clever to follow.

Just listen.

I'm absconding. With

The Tennis Oaf

Today on the court I went from oaf

to acrobat in one set. One hour.

How? I put all of my breath into it.

I put everything I had into every shot.

I was trying to balance everything with nothing.

It means everything as it is happening

and nothing when its over

Those lines either

bear repeating

Or saying never

Love Love

Ever,

Adam


second

The Tennis Court Oaf

Today on the court he went from clumsy gat
to cross-court acrobat in one quick set

How? He put all of his breath into it
He put everything he had into every shot

He was trying to balance everything with nothing

It means everything as it is happening
and nothing when its over

Those lines either
bear repeating often

or saying never

Love Love

Ever,

Adam

Hi Miss Chance

Hi Miss Chance

Is there still a chance to come in and teach the kids the dance of the minds of trance?