OCCUPY CONSCIOUSNESS

A POEMA LONGING

A REFLECTION

POEMED BY KYLE “2BE” SUTHERLANDDESIGNED BY Capt. BENJAMIN R. VOUTOUR

“The highest form of jihad is to speak out in the face of an unjust ruler.”-Prophetic Hadith

Occupy Consciousness

Poemed by: Kyle Sutherland 2B (Cultural Jedi)

Designed by: Capt. Benjamin R. Voutour

Original Introduction:

I began writing this experimental bit with a very

simple goal in mind, O yes I wanted to simply sit

noble free and effortless letting the flow be the

flow writing the falling mind on paper. However I

also cast an objective finish to this abstract writing

cycle’s process; my 20th birthday. Alas, I turn 20

tomorrow. I thereby and hereto consecrate this

poem as a platform, a personal foundation whereby

to learn to grow from so as to live my life’s essential

journey (though a poet’s story is ever undone and

always unwritten). This is, in truth, my introduction

to the world; this is me stepping as a stoned-ape

onto the world stage of philosophical scrutiny,

critics, and data systems analysts chomping at

the bit. As a true hearted human I am to pass my

honest wounded souls word to you in order to keep

our living Souls afloat;

to keep the shared, the felt, and lived experience of

life’s moment alive; for this is what keeps humanity

together (we the story of ourselves).I cast this poem

alive into the living moment that it may breathe with

us, or die one day mocked and hated… whatever

its fate, I am honored to pass this through my being

existence. Writing this has been a worlds journey,

such to be a chronicle of sailing my times invaluable

life, waving to you from train windows and stages,

the poets pulpit. One Breath. This is my foundation.

My current mind. May it speak its voice -my heart-

to sail and learn the winds of love and philosophical

certitude that string the fragile fabric our being. May

it occupy and inspire.

Introduction:

I dedicate my word is ageless suffering to the depressed

and tormented, Amen. To refugees and sick children

tattered hospitals (fancy medical bills) the struggling

& quiet desperation of the working poor hungry humble

ancient human people (Mi Pueblo) of Earth and Universe

as One. To the revolutionaries, the engineers, the poets,

Prophets and infidels, priests & pagans, to the carpenters

the teachers and lovers throughout timeless history;

colorless everybody bleeding red under sky blue; to all the

forgotten names

and kisses True

Love’s Beloved

I dedicate this to the Messengers the Mystics the Masters the Saints the Sages

to the Great Rift Valley of Africa

to the skidwrecked punks

the protestors, cross faders and collective strain spinning skies

to the recent graveyards of beached dolphins

In honor of freedom, peasant uprisings & death before dishonor

In honor of Family, this Earth. To the knowing that is deeper than words.

in honor of love, love, love

Our Tribe is blood Red and sky Blue – Bleeds from Hood to Hood – Rests in

Peace

“Like a horse is tested in a great race on a long course,

like a ball-player in the lists striking the ball fairly and

aiming adroitly at the mark, even so it is with the poet

who composes and indites long poems, and reins his horse

when utterance is hard for him and verse begins to fail.”

-Shotha Rusthveli

“Deeply loving everybody…and that’s not a cliché.” – Cornel West

“To be honest some freedom of speech makes me nervous.” –Saul Williams

“Any dictator would admire the uniformity and

obedience of the U.S. media.”

-Noam Chomsky

“That the world is, is the mystical.” -Wittgenstein

“Dear lonely tightrope walkers. Remember. In this circus, balance is your best friend. Not these clowns.”

-Queen GodIs

“The dogmas of religion are an attempt to formulate in precise terms the truths disclosed in the religious experience of mankind. In exactly the same way the dogmas of physical

science are attempts to formulate in precise terms the truths disclosed in thesense-perception of mankind.”-Alfred North Whitehead

“Like a horse is tested in a great race on a long course,

like a ball-player in the lists striking the ball fairly and

aiming adroitly at the mark, even so it is with the poet

who composes and indites long poems, and reins his horse

when utterance is hard for him and verse begins to fail.”

-Shotha Rusthveli

WARNING: In an effort to legalize the earth, the plants, animals, our bodies and blood, every word of this poem is heavily intoxicated with inner lullaby songs made possible under the gentle loving cosmological influence of a misunderstood and often abused medicinal blessing, Ganja Smoke. Oh yes, in well-mannered and appropriately authentic shamanic self-smoke-rituals 1 Mile High this poem is written; where the gravitational force is strong, where the air is thin, where the music laughs with the morning light pouring in: where lovely Rocky Mountains write dew drop laden poems - grand like stairways to such unspeakable havens of the heavens melodic untouchable - flawless ever passing - divine smiling; oh yes my friends, every word (my word) is a medical hybrid, smiles an “illegal smile”. Hunter S. Thompson is somewhere here within, tripping face on lifes raw substances and we are all a festival crowds big drunken woop, hyped and in the moshpit, calm and sipping mushroom tea in the cloudy minds to see clearly the fog. Sacred pipe is passed, to you dear ones, please join this smoke circle.

Confused and courageous, this poem trips the light fantastic.

I Am todaysearching in honor of genuine respect and humility that, by virtuous effort, all divided people, as myself, in action body and spiritmay be realized as the living face of Light’s Creationas truly .One.(Love & Strength)No Bullshit. No Gimmicks.To Truly Love Truly True Love.And I sincerely humbled am (quite truthfully) unable to agreeably sayor to articulate this Being or what the Planet is Your Body isLife; One Truth(Infinitely Complex)

and when I peel back the layers of my existenceI find you reading this

Lost maybe, found, like every face you’ve ever passed

And when I cannot say it all,,, or anythingIn a wordOr in any

My poem bows at raw silence - at what is flesh - at what is stoneAnd poses picture perfect for the *Camera’s Flash*

Like Merging

WithPureLight

…

Our Story Begins Without Origin. Allah Beginingless.

Light-Woven Fabric-Stringed as Theory. Be, and It Is.

Our Story. Begins Biblical. Ends the Same.

Seeds Our Roots to Grow the Seasons

Yes, our story begins; in verdant fields where gatherers are gathering our story is being born

A hunted/hunter satori narrative of ancient violence

Of Essential Love

This Flesh and Blood

...

(How many glass houses?

Too many thrown stones)

...

…and every fallen soldier is shattered family

is a shattered home

as every mother is every mother (is you being born)

.Poetic. .Sacred.

.Timeless . .Pure.

…you are welcome

to live freely to cry openly

to rain each river knows

the oceans dreamtIs within you

Caged lion.Caged monkey.Caged key.

Fallen angels, my humanityThis my beating

Heart Wisdom of the Native’s Wisdom of the Sun

To die For love

I vow to liveFor peace Each leaf

roots our dreamseach jungle

favors our breathmakes prostrations to Infinity

placed inwards on altars of timeless spacea prayer mat of freshest air

like the beginningless diamond stars abovechurning all transpiring action

of golden native Now

And true, you can try to kill Our Forests Breath

Undivided, We LiveEvery Forest’s BlessingThe type of blessing unstoppable “the love that just keeps on lovin’”.World Tree –Lives Free – 2Bless EveryBody

For ProfitBut theProphetsSpeak NighUnto You

La Tierra is your body is .Here to Sing.And Her Lungs are deep expansive

And the beautiful song bird is an integral expression & tunes in

And chimes falsetto to the dancing swirl of autumn delicate

Leafs be-leave across many distancesTo where the Metal is Molded

Crafted as Axes and Saws that ChainSmoke Healthy Planet Lungs

BREATHING HEAVY BURDENS.Forests are Burning.

(Tripping over Stacks Of Smoke)

Step away from the air conditioner.Recognize the condition of the air.

BetterRecognizeThe DepthOf OurBreath

Dreaming of Roots; Stars are like Lungs

Breathing Organic Time

In this Organic Space

(((Ascending))) ... The

Dreams we Dream Are the Living Stars

Inner Visions Seeing themselves

!Awake!

….and still dreaming

Dreaming of Roots; Stars are like Lungs

Breathing Organic Time

In this Organic Space

(((Ascending))) ... The

Dreams we Dream Are the Living Stars

Inner Visions Seeing themselves

!Awake!

….and still dreaming

Asleep I walk bad blocks cobblestone mindedphilosophical spiritual crop circling ‘round reason2

In A New Age – of Old Time – Crescendos HistoryAs I & I Say & Say: the sky is like the self isUniversal symbolic of Jah

.

My role is that I am born as American suburban white male Mayonnaise in jars of insecurity like

recycling days of wasting our futures future awayWord timeless yes I am Poet incarnate flesh

to stretch self is canvasTo paint this poem an oceans courage, a soul, to reach you

to combat the fact that natural wonder is too often mute, Lost. Blank. .

Most men my age sit aroundAnd play Call of Duty

I sit and tally the countless bodies Count them in my mind as mountainsThe virtual dead endlessly spawning

Unlike a mother’s son.

How AlienIs the ToungeA Soul, HumanOur Living Forest

What ofCollective (((Spirit)))If we shun exploringThe Living Mystery?

Wankan TankanThe Great Spirit, The Great Mystery

?

WHAT OF SELF

IF WE IDLE DWELL NEVER SEARCH

NEVER FIND “IT”

THE POETIC LITERATURE

OF OUR HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

THE MOONY BLUE ROMANCE OF BUDDHAS OM

*((LOTUS FLOWERS))***

IF WE FORGET THE SHAMANIC

HIGH EARTHEN SELF

WE DWELL SOMEHOW

UN-INITIATED IN SPIRITS WORLD

O AND I AM A DREAMBOUND AMAZONIAN ROOT – I THE !EYE!

TIS YOU TOO, O HERBAL ONES

O CHILDREN OF

VIBE KINGDOM COME

IN THIS DANCE OF DIVINITY

..THIS HIGH COSMOS

IS OPEN-EYE INVITATION ONLY WE ARE HERE TO DANCE WITH PERSPECTIVES , ENCHANTED RAW ENDURANCE , VICTORY TEARS !THE NOBLEST! OF OUR TRAITS OF OUR SPIRITS OF OUR SOULS -DEPTH SPEAKS . A LIVING TESTIMONY. LIKE THE BOLD CAPITAL LETTERS OF MY POEM *GRAND FLASHY* TO SLAP FACES AND STAND HONEST .FOR LIFE.

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PEBBLES, PEDDLES, PEOPLES

PEBBLES, PEDDLES, PEOPLES

True Blood Every One

& (unbelievably so) at the moment of this cycles birth

I WROTE A CAVE POEMOF OUR UNWRITTEN ORIGIN

ON UNFOUND STONESIN AN UNCHARTED LAND IN YOUR MIND

that you might recall it while wandering for love in the depths of Shibalba, or if cast into a “Muslim” or “Christian” heaven (levels of 7) coalesced bodiless by galactic forces wondrous worlds, the levels of hells the heavens; ALL…when you die, embrace the lights cycling universe, the circle, the love. When you live, the same. So that true Shambhala may be found here as Earth, Mecca & Zion be realized, Gaia embraced Everywhere-Holy – Heavens Above – Transcendence of Self

The 11th chapter of the Tao Te Ching

Thirty spokes share the wheel’s hub

It is the emptiness of the center hole that makes it useful.

Shape clay into a vessel;

It is the empty space within that makes it useful.

Cut doors and windows for a room;

It is the empty holes that make it useful.

Therefore profit comes from what is there;

Usefulness from what is not there.

LIGHT SHININGON OURBLOOD IS YEARNINGFOREVER LIKE WIND IS FREEDOMAS EVER OURSPIRITS FLYINTO THE THOUGHTS OF THEYOUNIVERSAL MIND

There is nothingOutside

Of YouRself, Love

So , Love Yourself, Love

The World .Free.

Real Talk; breathe deep deaths valuewhile living vibrant sacred life)(be/e open flowerplant yourself to embody sentient rootsfleeting moments – money, skin, sky, pain dreaming running waking walking where … ?The Ephemeral Moment,,, Moment is Life so powerfall we fall to our kneesso powerfallwe keep moving forward

against all odds

.Occupy Consciousness.With Knowledge Action and Spirit

Manifest (((((((((Zen Master Self))))))))))

Stretch the CanvasOf your mind

Like the curvatureOf space

And paint a wayTo paintAway

All of your misunderstandingIgnoranceArrogance

Divided Sickness

Paint the brightest day you can dream of.

To Unflinchingly Seek Freedom

Is to Lob your Truth like Stones

.At All False Power Structures.

.

it is to Willingly Invest Yourself in the Uncertain Future

Of OUR Children

.To Fight for the Inherent Dignity of Each One.

.

The True Quest

.

Is to Become Sensitive

to Higher Vibrations

.

To find little moments of great beauty

where the wind of this ‘Novel Cosmos’

whirls

Her songs’ sung

through the crevices of your being an ocean within

So that the garden of inner gravity may be tended to gracefully

.

So that the harvest of our deeds may be blessed

.

To Find Safely Our Way

Lighthouse horizon.

Human struggle is that .Birds Fly.

So I close my eyes to join flight among the ranks

And dream us wings

Free The World

…means something like

UnsellY(our)Soul

Put Your Fists Up, Keep Your Mind Open

Speak Truth to Undo Fists Done

Clap Your Hands

Shake Your Hips Free

.Embrace the First the Final Sunset.

This poem shall stand crumbling with primordial pillars In ancient solidarity with struggle

Stands for freedom from brute oppression in all contexts Promotes knowledge in the universe-cities

Freedom as an Ancient gyration of Gods forces, Unknowable is Love’s depthSo this poem sits praying heavy rains

With the Now people of Egypt, Venezuela, Korea, South Central Affiliates itself directly with the totality of life is Here is Now

Says .Occupy. AwarenessThis poem takes action

Stands for the Sky is Truth like RainbowsRains Color for Gay anywhere Marriage

Asks you by way of **gun and **bullet if you know what *.sacred.* is.Shakes you awake.

Breathes back origin is Black fertile crescents of AfricaAsks you nicely like death’s cold grip to stop unthinkingly consuming so much

This poem explicitly states !Fuck Bashar al-Assad! !Fuck Netanyahu! !Fuck Monsanto, ExxonMobile and all Ye Devilish Warpigs killing our fair Earth! (Killing EachOther…) So that this poem standing, Love

Can be heard in the wind if you try not to listen…Exemplifies simple freedoms like wild seeds, wild flowers, an Elephant dreaming

Simple dreams like grass, like water, the friction between spirit and body.Soon 2B Dancing.

This poem walks seasons my friends, in lovewith “Radicals” as childrenand likewise with the other side’s Radicals as childrenand, yes, indeed, with the other otherside’s Radicals as children Walks with perspective like mothers blood = father’s time (This is where I write a prison sentence that cries with caged beasts as lost birds)This poem is menstrual blood patterning ancient births in continuous flux, A Flock TogetherBurns sage, mudras prayer hands – arduous spiritualOffers formulaic equations of soul as hard sciencefor the romantic chance that children might be raised to hold hands and Honor…to stop holding fists, holding guns, held up, now hold back… Our art reflects us allThis poem stands sculptureGraffiti’s wallsDoes all the things that it cannot, has already died, and thuslyReverses time(.Lives like that.)Because truth is timeless and nothing more., like this – to hear that music – birds and sirens, city and mountain sky danceAnd thus to give it all up, shake open, alone jiving, like…

Dance Dirty, Words Free Rhyme the Nights Away (BreakDanceToFixBlessings(2B)boy+bgirlForever)Salsa to Swing like Tango to bring bongos & ZumboFreshness expresses 2stepsconnected2oursearch4

No More Trouble

Tao’s Effortless River RipplesStreams this poem Is rotten potential resurrected rain dancing

***This poem***

rains the voices of the undergroundabove the main-stream

speaking truth like the oceanIs water body simple

…

It is sensitivity it isRespect it isLove it is … sleepingthis poem wakes up bloody white unable to stand bland moments any longeroffers free its Karma pale legsto migratory distances humbled shivering sufferer-self in orderto give this bloody soil *o the soil*back to Native handswhich are all but

Not

these days…

And our children still play war, still playCowboys and Indians

(as mighty tears still waterfall)

This poem sits when the civil rights satThis poem with civil rights is sitting nowLike Gandhi sat sitting to “take a stand” – O Great SoulLike any symbol sits to stand when we take actionThat we might live to die for our convictionsOur hearts for this love, O to die in Love for Love alone is worthy

This poem undoes what is didFor the love of kids

And of feminine truth untoldTo Know

The living EarthIs to pay a mere portion of the respect we owe

To The Womb“Heaven lies beneath your Mothers feet” – Hadith

This poem is a bloody mess with life’s denied yet enlightened human deathTribes of science and progress

The gravity of all being being pulled across times continuumContinuous

Ugly geopolitics fueling wars burn as propaganda machines like the gnashing of teeth But this poem is 2B ( the sword ) as a pens solo voice wolf cries (One) into the night

That your heart is worth all worthThat the wind will never be captured

The wind will never be bought or sold

There are real linesDrawn in the sandReal blood flowsIn the divides between people

So I point To the sky

…boundless… And wipe the sands free

Of false divisionsWith the God Written lines

Of my palms

.Universal Aligned. Like the crying

The smilingThe lost lines

Of sad eyed poets, the impoverished brilliant

.A single blurry face in Tokyo, midnight.

A crowds confusion in a single smile, a reflecting pool

of our souls depth zip*flashes*quick like shooting stars

spaced as a miracle in every palm ) ) )

( ( ( placed is Truth in every utterance…

Is Every Tree

A God seeded a Goddess gave Birth

& Blessed

(You & Me)

Such is the What & Why we are

This Rambling Energy

Of Suns & Moons

Watered Gardens

Tended Poems

Known by heart

& yesevery beautiful flower

Isevery beautiful flower.

As Every Broken Back HumanIs Every

Reason to Lift the Burden

.

Poverty is poverty is the sky is blue

speaks poetry like survival the poetry of raw hustle to live alive to hustle to die hustling

& the dead are still dead

the living are still living

& the dead live and the living die

& still the world turns still

And still frozen nobody can agree

On what life is, or where it came from

Or what it means

{{Lord of Mercy}}

As the World PopulationEats itself

And haunted childrenRoam the streets

Riots on yourDoorstep

Gun in your hand

The tv won’t save you.Your cell phone will not know how

To protect you

...

Weapons cannot fight the weather - cannot undo what is donecannot teach truest love

to the blind of heartfor love sings even in chaos for the ones who know not the depth of sky

who laugh at life like bullets at bodies

...

where will your guns stand when the ground gives way?

...

All Living Things Must

One day

Die True

Life Lived.Accepted.

As goes the balanceAs is

The WholeTo Wake Up

Cycles must Cycle the Circle of Life

Wake up

We call forth the endEvery time we unthinkingly

Waste ourselves and the world around us

Wake up

and back in the dream, the tigers are going extinct (in reality), and the white and the red dragon are battling within me, I am wandering, I am as alone as we are; the world is too heavy, is too light, is too dark, the hues stale routines that jagged edge the monotony of being these bland love struck nothings…*SNAP* awake wasted myself and *SNAP* awake still need to stop wasting the worlds self andWake up

To find thatEvery battleFor dignityIs dignified

By EveryRooted Tree

every forest bathed in misted holy morning prayer

Is every scrambling city mind thinking calamity $$$$$$$$$

Thinking engine, thinking linear, thinking fear,,, fear of death

As Zen sits inside your hearts-eye on inner mountain peaks

In tranquil eternity ever lounging are the valleys of All

In a frozen wonder of ever present Motion is the awareness of being

Aflame Diligent; anointed by spaces crying content, Selfhood

The Great Story; One movement moves One moment moments

One woven song sings as we strum stranded notes in the string

Of life being this prayer I pray

That you Flower with Buddha and Krishna and Wankan Women

See GOD Bless Earth-Mother Birth Humans

See Earth from Space … Life from Death … Your Spirit and Body

See Self Bless Christ Bless Children Stand Noble

See Self Bless Atheists Bless Emptiness Be Humble

See Self Bless Shakti Bless Allah, Allah Most High Bless Blessings

Bless

Every thing in Jah universe.

Every. Seemingly. Infinitesimal. Inch.

And might you feel free

Perchance now to

Embody Love?

To say a “Blessed Be” to life

To let loves Bles-sings

Sing

Psalms to you

that Haiku the moon

May they be like

Similies that metaphor

A meaning

May you find it

True

As

Day

And might you feel free

Perchance now to

Embody Love?

To say a “Blessed Be” to life

To let loves Bles-sings

Sing

Psalms to you

that Haiku the moon

May they be like

Similies that metaphor

A meaning

May you find it

True

As

Day

Loves LoveLit

Lights the Lights

Of a moment, any moment lived – Experienced IsHolyIs everything profane is everything ordinaryConscious moving seas of informationGod kisses science with the answers that we feel in woven mythsthe sacred strain of ancient footprints walking One with starry galaxiesAny Honest Test of it ValidEvery Honest Answer of it True

“.To Free Your Mind.”The World

& darkness is only mystery. revealed by

your brain is uncharted space

There Are

No Countries

&

&There areNoCountries

Only OneLiving World Spinning . Free .

Only One

Karma WorldSpinning

Dizzy

& we have been charged with life for Living

Put to Death for Demanding Freedom

SilencedFor Having

A Voice

But we won’t stop singing won’t stop screaming stop fighting won’t stop

For Fundamental Life; Basic Dignity, oh yes

You can kill us. We still sing In Every Language

Resolute like the Forbearance of Trees to Reach for Freedom

!lions of truth beneath bootheels and batons!

Enlightened, peaceful, violent, revolutionary

The Lorax who speaks for the Trees

World BodyWake Up

It rests upon our shoulders, these pillars of truth, cycles of condensed time

rumbling stampedes in the succession of lived moments, the lit torch of our ancestors

The big banged momentum ad infinitum of Now

Where ends and beginnings end and begin again

We must carry a new vision on Traditional principles

to embody the love we idealize, the love we pray to, the love we fight for

( so I stand between the in-between - I have seen us within the vision - dreaming of the dream)

Know this; the dream will die if not tended, stories if not told, revolutions do not live if not fought for

Our children the same.

Ignorance is torture. Bliss flowers in fields as the laughter of a child learning the “things” of life…

Freedom is a continuous dialogue, the recurring dream of love passing

like clouds are beautiful thoughts in the sky

Thinking always the sky above inspiring the always

countries people homeless everywhere the always mountain peaks

Get there – and breathe deep this Universes value - you are its body – acknowledge responsibility

You are Blessed 2Be your Blessing

Let us Aid Life by DeepeningThe Self

To Speak Mountains, Deep Faith.Of All The Spilt Blood; Let Us Not Forget

Our Heritage is of BeingLost and Found

In the Same MomentAnd all seekers have sought; thought endless mantras empty

,thus fullHave written, prayed, calculated, sang wandered wondered – died – lived & thusly

Beheld

To behold a keyIs to behold

“The Key”

And TrulyI Say

The Earth herself is our key Turning

Unlocking the revolving doorwayOf her own story

…

& It Is! Yes, An Entire Universe! Right now!This Miracle! Here and Beyond ourDoors of finite perception*In An Infinite Event* …so play your part and step fully through the revolving doors of your being here

“keep it movin’”Keep steppin’ to find the truth. then take more steps, truth continues. life becomes death. day meets night, waves are met by shore. many avenues. many seas. & then an endless many more. So while living, I broken modern poet pleadWith you to live to Demand Freedom, Love to Lovein the name of all Living, Beauty, in Black/Whitelife mango & color wheels in jungles and citiesrolling empty silent prairies budding skiesthe struggle is ancestral like menstrual blood ofMothers as each Man became from a seeded WombDemand Freedom for all tortured, family, shot, murdered, all raped,

all gagged or beaten Be Freedom

in the name of Being. Human. Butterflies.

.So human. .So butterfly.

cosmic participantssons of sun

families of riverssister spirits of One

Sung SongSinging 2B One Strong. Body.

“Free The World”

Please.Start.With.Your.Heart.

.Mind Follows.

I am merely a Young Poet Speaks and thisIs what I

Say

To Say Human

That I contact SoulsThrough Eye Contact Portals

Into Being

Have been called to lead. We must be led.

And You must lead as well. Can you do this? Can You Lead Yourself For All Of Us?

Can you find stars within the soil of yourself and pull from the inmost depth

of your soul’s core the light of the truth?

That we ought to be stronger than this robotic zombie apocalypse. . .& That spiritual is Being (One)

Humbled. Compassionate. Disciplined. Fallible, True.

& how many minds, right now, under these living stars

are trying to conjure a more perfect understanding? To summon A Theory of Everything.

How many agree or disagree or stand as more predictable?

As Opposites Unite. All.

.Is Circled in a Cycle.

This poemIs 2be everywhere

New ending stopping spinningFree

everywhere revolutionNot itself, undivided

Free everywhere

New ending stopping spinningFree

everywhere revolutionNot itself, undivided

Free everywhere

to follow, get lost, stoic rambleEach word 2be a rainbow

Yellow bricksBrown soil

Pave paths to pass the torchOf keeping the flame

In mind search and wonder, from death to life and deathalive

to liberate anthillssmuggle giggles into prisons.

To free the world is How deep a seed must pray

It is the love that pushesFor birth

I write this is writtenThat you might

Breathe it inAnd heal or be wounded

That you mightFeel the fact

of what thou art… Seek Thyself.ONE. .SELF. IS “THAT THOU ART”

True Love of One Love Various manifestations of Creation

(Evolutionary BoomBap TurnsTables Holy, Christo)

To Evolve Consciousness

Consciously

Melancholy MoodsOf Moon

.And Oddly…

..Even My Speech ***

Has become rather - - - Speechless

-Like Unnumbered Sequences of Events-

and my feet ache like tired after-battle arms whichcan only dangle

Exasperated.

I Am 2B Etched As an ElegyInto Life’s Melody

and though I am a poetEver True to my trade

.Wordless..Has Become my Poem.

silence speaksso oftenso much

…

as so namelessremains the wind

so nameless, the words.

this is Acknowledging Wisdom before the Absolute

this is the insight of Shakyamuni Buddha

this is the fullness of the Void

*

this is a Muslim becoming nothing before the One

there is no Sufi, no Salafi, only Pure Islam

*

the orthodox Christian, prayer of the heart

the Sadhu of India japa-yoga – of incense and ambience

Zen of delicate – steps upon Haiku formless – traces everywhere

the Sun Dance of the North American Natives

the Pure Land school of heavy snowflakes falling slow

a Mazatec Mushroom Star-Enhanced Initiation

the Prostrations Reflections Remembrances Rituals Prayers

each person to return unto the Infinite; life lived a prayer prayed

From the Eastern shores

to the Western shores

the self is

A tiny flame, to enter this world in one door

And to leave this world from another

This poem is drunk stupid tripping high wandering Lonely wolf redundant lone-lily silly and confused Assured & sufficed & somehow balanced – human human o so human This poem idiotic brilliant this poem is this Occupied Blood Occupied Street Corner This dead revolution unbloody undergone surgery This plastic bottle baboon madhouse of do-nothing-about-it And complain – this sunken city Empire will not last We will pull Atlantis deeper down to muddier waters with us Rome will quivery lips foam-mouth cry memories of collapse O human the horror of it This prophetic gulp Of-Collective-Mind-Zombie-Fiasco-of-Eschatological-Boom So go ye and Garden Gravity – go now and work well, work soil Work hands into the rooted earth and wait O little bugs Wait games and make Holy please yes make Holy of things For time is Circled Itself and Death Smiles Big at the Human Bugs, Big Big Smile – Harvest Self Reap before Grim Reaps It

From A Beginning To an End Is the StoryOf One Circle Holy Eternal

and this is where the world left me, reading wordless, writing 2be a certain kind of silence, aflame with

this written freedom; a poem as silent as myself tonight; Zazen – then inner beatbox begins Universal

prayer, that I may pray my way through greedy crowds with my merit, with others, symbolic bullets

and real blood. I am sorry. I do not wish to play your selfish games world of man. But I am held

at gunpoint by your regulations and fax machines faxing neat little invoices to ugly white washed

managerial offices full of yellow sticky noted blurbs and fine point pens that sign crisp printed contracts

that fine point deception. I can see that you are caged by this too (aware or unaware of such). It’s a

real shame. Especially because we are strong, we are the dreamers of our dazed days tomorrows; yes,

we are how we fight for freedom. Can’t you see it living by now? That elephants and dolphins the sky

expansive and simple kindness is the breathing freedom I speak? That preserving life is an honor, lo

mas sagrado, is most worthy, and so effortlessly simple.!?!. This is the lit torch. This is the living flame.

This is the flower that blooms in your soul’s ascent like decoded metaphors captured within smiling

memories of desperate similes in the language of life’s transient moments, moments rippling across the

liquid eternity of the cosmos’s deep breathing.

This star dreaming is your guide, look

The whole truth above you _ Word Up.

I walk the cloudsIn the mist

Of the mystic

If you focus on the mist you’ll probably miss itIt’s the lipstick of existence

That we’ve all been kissed with

And in this instanceIt is this instant!

It is instantaneous; I Choose to treat no human like a distant alien, why?

because we are allliving a graveyard

…and I can seemy tombstone

and so peaceful – Prayerful - meditative I will lay

in my Tomb‘Stoned

A HIGH

PRIEST

Stoned.Biblical.

To.Death.

And I die proudly. And I AmSnowfall in the woods of my warm surrender to returning home; The Spirits WorldAnd if I am to choose I am to choose to die for FreedomFor the grasslands of Africa and the cold winds of Tibet, O for Cambodia to Brazil O from the eye of me to the I of you For the great struggle that life endures, for Jesus dying for me, for the Wombs of all WomenWomb birth all for me – O me O my O we is the new I – o the open mic tells me soThe One miraculous birth of great moment, from many perspectives, respectively…all at onceI bow exalted at my death, honor it, while living

I am a megaphone in the hand of a revolutionary.I am a Zen garden of gravity.

Dies for a cause & fights for the world is pain ridden. riding the written babble of many poems spoke a song

which screams this historical moment at usGadgetized autotune sore throat colony collapse

The undisciplined mass of masks acting a bad actThe fact, the tax… the sacks, the cash

The gun the blastFelt

A Major Impact

When worlds collide.When stars explode.Opinions, the same.

So Love take me out, take me away, take me to the Amazon to the Congo

Heal us There

Or paint me as the farthest reaches of milky cosmos

Shakti spun *Infinite* webbed wisdom

With planetary circles cycling destinies physics – the Tao of the Allah

Containing Andromeda and Nebula’s unfathomable magic

Or dwell me here with late night lakeside pebble tossing cuddled in the company of rivers trees and

cornfield dreams, greens, greens dark reds, reds browns yellowing the moons blue glow on starlit

ponds reflecting both the gyroscopic heavens beyond and depths below

Or nighttime alleyway me - fall me down to junkie and homeless my life

Wander me the country side alone, Lord of Mercy

Or make a monk of me in a quiet monastery

Or brainwash me rat mazed and see me buy into buying into buying propaganda

I PAY attention, I SPEND moments, I EARN respect

Strong Winds of .Basic Humanity. I Speak from Land to Land

O sons and daughters of Space

As Pure Earth My Spirit Grows – tumbles madly downhill, gets up, strives...

& at what are we aiming, As Humans, might I ask? Might we move toward a common goal, Oneness? Should not acceptance be accepted?Why question?

And I move from Sad to Happy instantaneously in our tornado of being

Spectrumed Harps A strummed heart

The sparks that lit light through the darkThe point that hits its mark

To gather the gathering of gravityTo the oceans within

To set a sun in motionTo moon a tide tied to tidal wave emotion

To day a nightToday , a night

To Knight the DayLet it be the Warrior it is

We AreIt’s Blessing

To free an anything.To free

anythingWorld

Listen, I have writtena book for the bookshelves. For the dust of this everywhereness.

A lost poet, probably unfollowed, found here. Felt little. Breathed big. Kissed the razors

Edge Like Hafiz and al-Hallaj both laughing.

O and I laugh blasphemous too, Love, Praises.The rain is as poor/pour down as we are

And we both cry just as hard

to help this world is yourself or be a prayer (your own) unanswered …I have wept this world my understanding

Laughed this love my overstandingDanced this night a morning risenRose a dawn, bloomed the sun

Flowered day upon everyone

Melted my ego in God and now ISee past my ‘tomb

(Stone’Hearts)

are Beautiful (heavy burdens be but so)& Somehow…

We Simply Live & Die .

O Truth, O Souls; O Death, O Love

..and after falling asleep we wake up in life and death. and out of the matrix of soil we light the night

with our growth, our historical evolution unfolding from the soil of Africa to the concrete canyons of

cityscapes with architectural titans that stretch our little fleshy bodies through impossible dreams

of physical achievement. It is marvelous. The buzzing of big city beehives bootyshakin’ tha grind of

our hustle. The constancy of iron clad time. The simultaneous work being done behind the scenes

in every restaurant, every storefront, all the great sweat of hard work and tired feet marching to the

efficient rhythm of progress.

The shift changes.

The minimum wages wage little wars…

and how many children at home to feed?

Something Like A World Full

All of us Hungry. Tired. Worn.

the Homeless Wanderthrough the same nightOf this Spirit Dance – One Great Spiritas this .One World. , , , turnsour journeys a stir

each is a scrambled stirringas the stars sing &circle themselves

Because Each Bless SingsAs word playsTo repeat itself

Like chordsIn this chorus

Sing Human. A Sustainable Song.

silent songs circling a circular song singing

Blessings on BeingBeings of Blessings

Being Blessed

as the pebble is the cavern is the mountainlike riverside dreamin’ raindrops of oceans loveSingin’ sunny la da da’s the vibe is Africa. is Origin began – Yea,Say Word

Chase the sunset til you know the worldis round

Find the sun risen and pray to a(cross)The planet. we live

Speak big

For

Big things begin,

thus began

working honest for

food

dying honest for

freedom

from Syria to Denver from Equatorial Guinea to BurmaFrom Life to Death

Free the seedling the soilThe city its foundation

Old men their childhoods( an empiricist an inch )

Free the water the sky its love - love free, free love forever Free the earth your body’s blood-flow

.Fight no rhythm.Free expression is to free moments is to pay a price

…it’s a balanceFree the balanceSpeak up; or be silent & Wise; …move free - Formlessfrom Homo-Sapiento Homo Luminous You withWings

and I bless it all.

and I bless it all.

and I, as such a little pebbled thing, bless it all. Amen, Lord of Mercy

I fight for the Sacred with this my cave poem.

scratching at flint and steel.

Making Fire

That it may Rain

And purify the Earth

I breathe this Air human

Am this breath

Thinking

Yoga thoughts, thoughts of Brahma, **Formless Supreme**

These existential thoughts, thoughts of Divinity, essential thoughts

Prayer thinks – Absolute, Most High – Empties itself, all in the Void

From suffering to Nirvana – same as anything, O souls

You are a prayer drunk on the Wine of Most High serenades of sweetness

Tis but one continuum evolving by Brilliance beyond Space & Time (within)

And beyond beyond and all throughout and yessums & no sir and yes ma’am

Christ and Buddha and Moses and Krishna are all Messengers Moving Mountains Black

Elk and Frithjof Schuon and Ramakrishna are Reminders of Message Stoned All in the

same circle & Moved to Tears by the Message High All in the Same Prayer – on different

levels- One Circle’s Spokes

One Circle Spoke

A Prayer is to surrender pride unto the Infinite, be tiny humble soul

Meditation is the knowledge of Selfhood is Contemplation goes with

Sacred Scripture is Transcendent, and Death is not the End – End Om

(One)(Endless)

(Om)

One Endless Amen.Amen.

Hallelujah.

TrueLove Of

One Love

The mystery is still alive.

Our existence undefined, we are beyond measure

We have been measured and shall pass fully through our darkness

Moved to tears by our human story, the long night of our history

The record of our being, our books, footprints, deeds and merits

At once disturbing, beautiful and brilliant, heavy and perfect

The Grand Story condensed into every cell of our bodies live

Across Every Land throughout all Galaxies

If matter is neither created nor destroyed

then where is not our feelings?

Where is not this longing of spirit and soul and body the blood?

The story

Is of one

sung song

as one night is one day long

as always all ways is everything

Indefinably beyond grasp

each noted thing

uttered into being

and the song is any everything. every anything.

.connects a melody. . rains and pours .

That we may stop killing our song

That we might make pure sound this soul of being

That we might sing an open heart to lovers romance

Love truly our neighbors

as each otheras .One.

Sung Song

no differences – only a grand spectrum – one stringstrumming theory into the harp of the interwoven

– passing from life to death – Being Spirit’s World -

Heavens HavenPraying

ForHell’s Redemption

Evil ForgivenBalance Found, Sins Forgave

Love, Undiscriminating…

The Angel of Death will Carry Us Away; and God Itself will carry away the Angel of Death

“Remember the clear light, the pure clear white light from which everything in the

universe comes, to which everything in the universe returns; the original nature of

your own mind. The natural state of the universe unmanifest. Let go into the clear

light, trust it, merge with it. It is your own true nature, it is home.”

-Tibetan Book of the Dead

From the Infinite we come, and to the Infinite is our return

May we all creaturely live & die wellMay we all be led

Safely soul, O yes, safely

The Story Told

The Story Told

OCCUPY CONSCIOUSNESS

A POEMA LONGING

A REFLECTION