Being a cerified
& well documented
american,
i am accustomed
to looking for satori
in all the wrong places.
for example,
Early American folk memes
of hard times forgotten.
Cultural train wrecks,
in need of re-visioning,
re-combinant storying,
mutating...
Got to it
Been at it.
We are all wet.
All water is holy
Micro-narrative evasions and elaborations
seeking to confabulate and postulate
a manner of being
settled uncomfortable
into my animal body
and other angel headed demons
seeking time on this stage.
Represent for creeks
and solar storms
colliding signs and signals
with great Chaos and Eros.
We know now
eternal Gaia
is watching
& can literally wait forever.
Dangerous three-some:
Chaos Gaia Eros
- say it backwards 3 times in a row,
- or ask your planet what her plan is with these plants?
They dream us & everything else.
All of it.
even the jungle dinner without a name
that feeds your tummy
this moment beyond eating.
even enigma and science,
chortles and quasars.
Plasm is alive
Energy is sentient
nothing is left out
we are deep green media
entities.
twittering like Cardinal,
re-assuring sonics from low branches
an old
recurring friendship
inspiring poems
and dodging shotgun teenagers
alternatively,
factories are feedback circuits
announcing modernity
warning All Others.
Replication is coming!
and we are naked
seeking shoes hats scarfs belts
wallets watches socks jackets
bras mouthpieces ski-boards
bass-boats neutrinos cures
laughs bong-hits each-other
in a hand held mirror
we die.
they live & persist
Chaos Gaia Eros
in wind and proteins and g-force tidal patterns.
we tell their stories
to justify war and romance
and commerce.
we feel there glories
in places older than bone.
There must be boundaries or else
shape-shifting gets all out of hand and head
.
We all leave trails and various scents instead of eternalizing silence.
Dreaming is all mobius strip built from Desire and Fear.
Attraction Repulsion - Diversity Unity.
Om Shanti.
Namaste.
Get dat.
Apocalypse invites imaginal innovations.
If OtherWorld(s) didn't exist,
we would surely invent them,
and migrate there.
Yellow Brick Road
Follow the LIght:
ask any and every amphibian,
mass cultural insanity (war)
is wack.
Who wants to live in a bomb shelter?
Even with iPads and smoothies,
it just isn't enough.
our species -
damn,
what are you/I/they gonna do next?
It's in our blood.
building stuff and going places
and doing more stuff
and Harvest Gold
reaps a peaceable atom
and energy
for free for ever
like heaven
like america
like satori
like Mom's.
[from Hills Snyder]
I am singing into Being
an Ecology of Meaning
or
Deep Media Ecology
or
Cardiotonic Neo-Psychedelia
or
an expansive techno animism
hungering,
on behalf of electrons
neural nets
and transistorized nuance.
we are a barely human interface,
innocently ravaging
walking a thin line.
Rather than submit to common dismay
and neuro-emotive disarray,
i or myself
chooses escape
regularly
to the luz azul -
embracing a photon memory well
imagistic and invisible
protecting mysteries with ejaculatory gestures
[audio-Hills Snyder]
seeking silky referrals
from sacred plants
rigid minerals
indifferent elementals
to meet
inside out
and savor the difference.
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