I Have This Thing

I have this thing about Patti Smith
Her street punk poetry
With back alley images
And anger towards righteousness
Mixed down into a driving beat

I have this thing about Annie Lennox
Her rhythmic’s sweet dreams
From a thousand twisted beauties
Shrouded in powdered nudity
Layered through aural sound barriers

I have this thing about Joni Mitchell
Her paved yellow taxis
Over blue summer lawns
Chasing circle game coyotes
Courting sparks of jazz folk

I have this thing about Janis Joplin
Her whiskey scorched cries
Filled with pearls of pain
While balling social chains
Into wrenching sonic layers

I have this thing about Yoko Ono
Her belief their love
Would absorb the hate
Until her primal screams
Became a choir at Lennon’s tomb

 

Art Gomez 2009

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“I Have This Thing” © 2009 by Art Gomez

Motion

You have only to watch white clouds charging a moonlit sky
To know everything is change
Nothing is the same from moment to moment
Nothing exists as we think or feel but for a moment
And not as we feel or think
There is no stasis in darkness, not an instant, everything is motion
In dark and light, deeper than surface change
Being change itself
A reason we cannot feel nor see the Cosmos moving
We are all, each of us
The Cosmos moving at such speed the slow moving mind
Cannot apprehend its fury
Only guesses at its magnitude and beauty
The brain, a fleck of a speck of its dust
A tiny crab in this immense sea of stars
Is lost in its own shell of self– but what, how is it lost
In that which has no root in reality, who can find
What we call a self, place a finger on the unchanging soul
When all is motion?
The self, a soul-grasping bit of imagination, the self
The whiteness of clouds, a wind-ripped sky under a winter moon.

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The Web

It’s not the known that holds the secrets to knowing more.
There is more than what we see and know here and now.

Search the far reaches of the future
Dark womb of tomorrow
Understand the possible
Flowers in impossible gardens:
If we can link
Countless computers
One massive mind giving dreams
Knowledge, ideas
Making the many one,
How possible is One Mind
One Net of Energy, Web of Spirit?

It’s not what you see or know that can hurt or help you.
Be still as you move, keep an eye open for the invisible.

 

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“The Web” first appeared in the book “Of One and Many Worlds” by Rayn Roberts @  Poetic Matrix Press
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Where Does Buddha Sit?

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In truth Buddha nature is everything, so then
Did Buddha nature play a part in
Bombing Nagasaki and Hiroshima and why
Are the histories of the Buddhist east

As bloody and as savage
as the war-torn Christian west?

I have no easy answers
But offer this

Buddha Nature-Nuclear bomb
Nirvana a bomb

To the illusion of self
That’s what nirvana is

No suicide, but still
A gun to the head of self.

Nature says do, survive, assert, intend
Buddha sees the third eye explode
A mushroom cloud in your head–
Buddha sits in every whole and broken atom.

 

The Quantum Buddha

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Poem appeared first in

“Of One and Many Worlds”

Poetic Matrix Press

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