Skin Face Language Dance

Skin Face Language Dance

Our walls are fortresses to which we can fall back after forays to the wall of the commons        

   and the fortresses of others.

Our clothing, our skin, our mating garb flails about us as we dance for our friends

Check this out! Love me, for my dancing can engage your mind in the wondrous

   illusion of entertainment.

One another we entertain, we feign, with craving and grasping minds we seek and reach

The maddening roar of the whore, futuristic and polytheistic

Sampling gods and lovers under temples and covers

Promiscuity for mere gratuity of experience

We each a center tethered to our mates tarred and feathered

Hiding in jesting and gesturing as we fear boredom and duty

The cult of me is free to be free of the cult of me

We shrug all smug and long and pretend to be snug as a bug in a rug

But we are lost and swayed by hopes and fears and time’s fade

And we suck, we are stuck, and we don’t seem to give a fuck

Secrets, some safe and some longing to be revealed

Our strip tease may only appease the frantic unease

Tit for tat and the smell of a rat

But this lame confetti is just so petty

Whirl with me Oh Ecstasy but gingerly

For to prefer the state of purr is to defer to find the ease of mind

Oh sickly quest and sickly rhyme

Purge me of this grisly grime

Words fail me, words impale me

We seek to know them, we seek to show them

Dance with me we say for then our trance will be OK

Ghosts we all become after we cross the boundaries of the energy levels

Shells of the dead litter the realms as the very matter within them

Meanings lost in the anxiety of variety

Longing to hurl the cloak and go within

And dwell at length between thoughts

Buddha Just Sits

Buddha Just Sits

Buddha just sits

Bodhidharma just stares at the wall

Nowhere to go

No one to meet

Nothing to do

We have duty and all under it

Only if it could be just that

But we want more

We suspect other universes to explore

Yet ignore that which is most near

Tricked by our own tendencies to defy reality as it appears we seek more

So many words unsaid

Faces unmasked

Deeds undone

Buddha just sits as storms come and go

Birth and death unravel and lives arise, abide, and dissolve

All we can do is watch

Yet we can watch more closely than before without the distractions of hope, fear, and

   longing

Only the moment, only the bare necessities need remain

No glory, no horror

Only Zazen

Gaze Upon Signs and Fools, Indeed, Signs and Fools

Gaze upon Signs and Fools, Indeed, Signs and Fools

Grandmother hides behind the hill and peers out at me

As I fall back in surprise at the boldness of her full gaze

Sun Time and Moon Time appear and entangle

Running fast I chase the Wheel but still come up short

The charioteers of time hide in the rhythms that only seem to define time as motion

But time remains undefined, the real and the imaginary mingle and disappear into

Possible Universes

Lo and Behold she reappears as a sacred gem adorning a cozy valley

Radiant and Splendid

Calling out to the worldlings to Gaze

Gaze through the Eye of the Moon Needle

Protector of Earth she circles in variable vigil

Bathing in the Nocturnal Sunlight

The Fool on a Limb sets out on a Quest to Seduce Change

Struggling to Tame a Longing Mind he offers Theatrical Folly

But the Stage is Illusion and the Stageless of the Everyday is Ever the Show of Life

So Enter the Temple of Duty, Task, and Home Art with Bold Calmness

Undo the Fetters of longing and neglect

Cease to pry apart the Sacred and the Mundane that long to entwine

Bear a cautious smile and work the work of aeons

Demons cry for time and we give them poison

Then we see that it is we who crave poison and to we we gave poison

Tricked by Unawareness and the clever sorcery of our habit of me

Time reveals this folly as we shirk from impending imbalance

Perhaps the Ferocious Death Chi can work for our release from these bonds

Be then Awake and Undaunted

Time rises, Time roars, Time sighs, and eventually Time sleeps

Wisdom watches and learns to harness the circles

Then may journeys be resonant and synchronous and spontaneously present

Deeper Wisdom knows beyond cycles

May the quiet settled night find you gazing with awareness and one-pointed joy

As the Gem of Autumn rains down cooling rays of imagined worlds

Peace In