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Month: September 2007

  • My Ass

    ass sitting meditiationI used to have
    The most obnoxious
    Worrisome, and stubborn
    Ass
    It was a bother and burden
    I would wish on no one
    So, I could not
    In all good conscious
    Rid my self of it
    Then, a Friend
    Told me of a method
    To break my ass
    Of all its contrariness
    So, I bought a chair
    And every day
    I made my ass
    Sit in that chair
    O! what fights and struggles we had
    That lazy ass so resistant
    To ever going anywhere
    Or doing any real work
    Now, could not and would not
    Sit still
    But, my Friend
    Had warned me of this stage
    So, I persisted
    In putting my ass in that chair
    Ignoring all of its
    Childish braying and petulance
    Slowly over time
    That chair
    Responded to the weight
    Of my ass
    Molding itself
    Into the only place
    My ass was ever
    Really relaxed and comfortable
    Now
    I could not get my ass
    Out of that chair
    It refused to be
    Anywhere else
    meditation chair So, I left my ass
    In that chair
    While I went about
    My daily affairs
    Until one day
    My ass
    Disappeared
    And
    Took me with it

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  • What Am I?

    What-am-i

    “The task is not so much to see what no one has yet seen, but to think what nobody has yet thought, about that which everybody sees.” – Erwin Schrodinger

    Pound for pound, the amoeba is the most vicious organism on earth…

    “Every genuine composition makes conscious something of this esoteric realm. This process is endless, and there will be more and more esotericism as knowledge and science become increasingly capable of revealing human beings as perceivers. And transmitters as well. Spiritual or not, we are beings of vibrating sensation, floating in an infinite sea of pulsing waves that roll and resonate between the synapse and the farthest star.” – Erik Davis – Techgnosis: Myth, Magic & Mysticism In The Age Of Information

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  • Good Hair Nights

    spiritual soulAt night my hair
    Quits listening
    To the opinions
    Of my mind
    And takes on
    The wildness of my heart
    First thing in the morning
    I rush to the mirror
    To read the news
    Of YOU

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