I see apostles, disciples, churning
arcs, I was never an angel, despite, good behavior. to need equilibrium, the
timing esthetic, the gorgeous overseer, the hurting bladder.
the burning of bridges, was a
master at it, the march to fix life.
laughs over ribs, many barbeque
sauces, chi-potatoes with garlic.
Rajneesh wisdom, Ashram garments, the city is filled with
mines and grenades. many decided to live there, instead of living here, as
given to the private community.
but I was never an angel, despite,
favorable manners, with some discounting the overt face. (with some, we never
stop investigating; with others, analyses are quite quickly; we must
investigate that.) the self deceives self. looking for similarities, seeing
differences, with all that pain—you should be destroyed.
subtle needling, the forfeited
dream, the bride of perception. always against something sliding into focus,
always watching, lost for details, searching for an answer;
deeper affections, most are not
martyrs, never selected, and I would never pride something like that—not in
self: it would be self-aggrandizing.
(I see ferns, I chance the rivers,
I listen to experience; the soul struggling, reaching for advice, the first step
is observation.)
there was a man. he had invested 10-years
in philosophical studies. academia was the art. but he didn’t know much about
psychology.
the innocent is feeling rain. the
seasoned are reaping animosity. the vets are angry with the whole damn design.
could we imagine, being in a
situation, where an infant asks, if we are good or bad—with a straight-serious
face. it would pour in that second.
the machine, as we call it—pure resistance,
as we like to say, with little acknowledgement of those good persons—fighting and
dying for what we believe in.
the insistent memory, the indistinctions
we see, thereunto, the ravines we travel. so incumbent upon us—the major fight
against us, to find the good, albeit, one can’t like us, or them, or the
likeness hurts.
some segue person, bringing it to
its surface, with moves too intrusive to combat. let the gods manage it!
