47. Living In Two Worlds

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One world provides order
requiring one step leading to another step
where action has consequence,
where senses are coordinated to the life
of f0rwardness and sequence,
aware of but not understanding the other.

And then, into the other
where everything is permitted and accepted.
This world has no awareness of the other.
This world takes you to everything, all possibilities,
all sequences,
moving in, on, around, back,
where time is not a substance that can be divided.
Understanding is not borrowed
and truth is not required.
All memories appear and fade.
A glade of consequence creating a memory
of infinite options.

The perfect time of day
sliding into bed knowing its over
and you can resume your journey
to the other land where what
happens is not constrained by the pillory of reality.

46. Religious Poem For Cosmologists Part Two

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In the beginning came agitated fast stuff
creating some-where from no-where
spreading to every now-where.
There was no in or out, no up or down,
no cross town buses.

Then the slowing began.
Breaking apart began.
Waves of things appeared.
And the fast stuff began to lump
but not yet in the throat.

And the lumped stuff came together.
Hardness appeared.
Distance appeared.
Pulling appeared
as in the dance.

Pushing appeared from everywhere

Waves of time appeared.
Hard things began to stick to each other.

And in the end of that now
memory appeared on the face of the earth.
And, as in this poem, the error of completion
confused the understanding knowledge
which will never be complete
and gives a reason for moving on.

45. The Essence of Language

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Gravity, the essence of togetherness.
Togetherness, the essence of matter.
Matter, the essence of structure.
Structure, the essence of form.

Energy, the essence of movement.
Movement, the essence of time.

Water, the essence of life.
Life the essence of continuity.

Poetry, the essence of language.
Language, the essence of civilization.
Civilization, the essence of our future.

Mindfullness, the essence of thought.
Thought, the essence of awareness.
Awareness, the essence of memory.

Music, the essence of joy.
Joy, the essence of loving.
Loving, the essence of being.
Being, the essence of living.
Living, the essence of remembering.
(The essence of love is the departure of self
into the essence of being)

Family, the essence of humanity.
Humanity, the essence of our definition.

Children, the essence of us.
You, the essence of me.

Death the essence of past.
Past the essence of future.

And we?
Together we are the essence, the protozoa,
of a future intelligence.

44. Religious Poem For Cosmoligists

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There was now.
There is now.
There will be now.
Nows of knowledge,
nows of passings
and in-decisions.

Wave-arch, wave-fall—
conscription's of events
of doubtful doings
and ding-a-lings of reversals.
Until that end, the floating back,
to the next mix.

43. Old

(After seeing a photo of an old woman holding
a photo of herself when young)

I was beautiful
and sat beautiful
horses on beautiful days.
Thru parks of people
who greeted me
in recognition of my beauty.

On stage, at the end of
my performance, the sound
of clapping embraced me
in gladding affirmation.

Yesterday I became old
with slow needs
and memories of beauty.

Today, an old man winked at me
in memory of my beauty.
In gladding affirmation.

43. Three AM

The pleasure of waking
at three ante meridiem
to a cool dark quiet hour.
Then light and a book of poetry
that provides awareness of a defined complexity.

A complex awareness of a defined destination
finding a poem that scratches an itch
I did not know I had
in the certitude of night.

42. The Damn Thing

Having absorbed
metaphor and simile,
the old versifier
now knows
it is enough
just to get the damn thing out.

41. Nows

There was now.
There is now.
There will be now.
Nows of knowledge,
nows of passings,
and in-decisions.

Wave-arch, wave-fall.
The wonder of life,
living with conscriptions of events,
of doubtful doings, that include
ding-a-lings of reversals.

Learn to control the tumbling
so that at the end
there is a smoothness to
the floating back to
the next beginning to
the next mix.

39. Teeter Totter

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A fulcrum is a point of love,
a point of honor, a point sienna.
The still holder, the center, not moving moves.

The Seven Just
mentally adjust
the lives of others by being the what
of what they are.

The lesser movers move to keep their balance
adjusting themselves by falling into current positions
thereby loosing their balance and falling into current positions.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
Tonto, not knowing the Lone Ranger
has disguised himself as a fulcrum,
shoots his point off.

Now back to out liaison, lesion, lesson.

The necessity of balance without awareness of the point
creates the necessity of balance
without awareness of the point.

The boy sits staring,
the girl sits staring.
The center moves, the thing is done,
no adjustment of your set is necessary.
Everything is there,
it always was there,
it will always be there.

A blessing upon us.

38. Old New York

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Huge steel beams swinging silently
to the noise of soft skinned men.
Grinding fears driven by grinding gears.
A man made city making the man
with eruptions of living around distractions of events.

Streets of instant people going instant ways
with tubes of distant people lost in lonely days.

Tunnels of no love.
Drunk in roar, sunk in roar, drowned in roar.
I's eclipsed by it's.
A logical insanity.

Weak men made auto strong
with empty women made sticksmear pretty,
seeing what their words show them,
knowing what their friends told them,
describing this world as a fact
resting securely on what they dare not know.