Longear's condition
is all about
to not do a thing
would you believe life's a catch 22
could you accept that
no choice is better than any pick
that the more you leave
the less you gain
and where you own none
you cannot loose
and as you bend you win
a body, a life, a haven
to follow the way
to conceive another sermon
on that mount
to keep silent the best option
and pay your last..
Demystified Twenty-two.
© 2021-08-26
..no dues, no catch, no fall..
*
How to catch twenty-one
*
How to describe the verse
of creation's path
It feels like an unborn twin
a spirited twin, born and unborn
never - f a r - apart, in a parallel orbit
in an inner land intently listening
to the voices of angels inside
knowing them all by name
recognizing the phenomenons
the generative powers
trusting, having faith - i n -
the message, the messengers
those scarce humans
in mind and body
nearing godliness
to keep safe
to think as - t h e - One
*
but now
*
how to catch twenty-two
*
Demystified Twenty-one
© 2021-08-21
A couple, ageless, even timeless,
holding hands, walking light-footed,
gladly singing a refrain over and over
....
'I just
want to be
close to you
whenever we go
to heaven'
....
'I just
want to be
close to you
as we get there
....now'
Repeated and delightedly repeated....
© 2021-08-13
*
The scene.
*
Two people talking
back and forth
on random subjects
the conversation flowing,
sitting outside at a terrace,
a newspaper on the table plus
Walden by Henry David Thoreau
and Sosha by Isaac Bashevis Singer,
sipping drinks, nibbling snack food
and talking softly, wearily....
*
tuning in on the conversation....
*
'....yes I know their are millions
and millions of good people
but how do we get rid of these
billions and billions of others....'
*
the scene's disturbed
*
a car with bass booms spoiling
the entire street and terrace
all must hear, cannot avoid to hear
*
fading out, the car drives past,
*
a moment later, tuning in again
*
'....what heaven maybe is,
well for me it would be,
is that one's not confronted
with the private hell
such people create
and wish to live in
and impose on others
in their surroundings....'
*
minutes later, another topic
*
'....the thing is, he thinks
he's trendy and intellectual
yet he's so middle-class
and when that well-known
TV-host flirted with his wife
standing next to them in the café
he actually told me proudly
about it as if it made him
bigger, more succesful..mutt..
..pitiful (sound of a yawn)....'
*
fading out, and in, to the next part
*
'....o boy, yes, our changing climate
and no improvement to expect..
..for all these petty bourgeois
that keep on going in circles
pretending to care until the next
holiday comes along and then
buying the cheapest flight to
their holiday home in Cyprus
or to trendy Dubai or Milan
for some new shoes or a suit..
.. and no politician with the
spine to put a stop to it all....'
*
some minutes later
*
'....there was once a time when
holiday meant to be free of work
well, for Nana's, you know these
poor house slaves, that still is true
..one day a year.. nowadays all
blue collar and middle-class twits
have been brainwashed that one
has to travel during holidays
to broaden the mind..
(gives a snort)..,
what mind I ask you, what mind....'
*
the two smile way-worn
lift their glasses
toasting wordlessly,
sipping their drink, idly
picking up their books
to read some more....
*
end of episode one
NB.
The conversation's fictional, based on reality, it can only be placed in current days....
© 2021-07-20 to 2021-08-12
Too often it's not about the what you know or the skills you have
it is about who do you know, the network of family, school and work
well, I've limited myself on all that counts to the One and that's enough
© 2021-05-17
Dark Jade Girl Glowing
There are those that advise
not to learn - too much
for what's the difference
these days
between your yes and your no
how far apart are pretty and ugly
where's your distiction my faithful
as to the honour of an infidel
From old the masses celebrate
and glorify their feasts
from old they bow to altars
and eat their offerings
laughing lusting luxury in excess
so lucid their desire
As i *naive*soul* have none
on my own serene unborn Xin
floating as in a dark womb
breathing in an untamed ocean
unaware and chaotic
with nothing to hold on to
except for the life-giving fluids
A keen eye for remaining
different proudly alien
as my i floats, nourishes,
regenerates the self
at the primordial source
ever wild unlike any
copyright 2021-07-31
Demystified Twenty.
