11.24.2003

turning word

we walk astride
the neep tide.
luna, sol
adjacent, full,
balanced, pull.

and a gull.

argument,
time extravanant, spent
on judgement.
inflict the verdict,
panicked, strict.

not told
the turning word,
undetered,
i was interred,

and i heard.

reinstated,
belated, cremated,

as the word turned.
a former fox reformed,
had learned,
and was burned.
in a formal funeral.
central, the null.

and the sky.

an arial burial
for the gull
and i
will fly.

iconimago

11.14.2003

the fool

no sorrow
for the zero,
but for twenty-one.
of the tarot.

it seems to me
it is 22 or three -
as it should be

no distance.
entrance
at entrance.
one name.
one chance.
a second -
and then?

open again.

i, rule?
no laws,
for what cause,
an order
for chaos?

i, rule?
love
the fool.

ego amo te.
narayani namostute.

il chandra mundi,
corpus fecundi,
regit orbis frena rotundi

deep love,
sarva x. nihilo

sarva
a rant:
is this world not pointless - and as it should be?
after all, nothing happens without Her will.
we fear the truth, and so we distract ourselves, placating our egos along with the parental voices in our heads.

"we are doing good. we may yet outlive your own karma!"

is it the act that creates karma? or, is it our hearts that cling to meaning? we try to live it down, our burden. we try to repay a debt - what debt? to whom?

meanwhile, god's beloved are trampled in the western, northern, sun-setting, industrialized, neoplastic new world's rush to success at any price. we drive military personnel transport vehicles to work in the shiny new, well-lit city on the hill that kills the starlight. international style skyscrapers in a brave new world of guiltless commerce built on genocide and slavery. we begin brave new profit-driven crusades on the helpless to liberate the hopeless from our colonization by terminally endebting them to the world bank, (world bank!) exporting nothing but (our own) interest, to which we are due - and which we own - and which is documented and copyrighted - and to which we pledge allegience. in god we trust the world trade organization!

endlessly educating ourselves, we never learn.

depleted (pluto)nium whose name is apollo - a star has fallen from heaven who’s tail draws a third of the stars with it, and the name of the star is wormwood. [chernobyl is the russian word for wormwood.] poisoning our ground water, destruction itself is exploiting the vast majority of us who are desperately poor, or living on slim margin, and the battle for supremacy has been won, but it's financed!

thank god we are not like those vain people who congratulate themselves for the good they do! we are a godly country and the last empire.

as mary magdelene anointed jesus with spiknard, judas asked "why was this valuable balm not sold and the money given to the poor?" jesus said, "the poor you will have with you always. me you will not always have." hosana! this is our messiah! now, he just needs to come back and finish what he started… what was it he started? oh yeah, i remember - the kingdom of god on earth - poor and all! if he came again, may god grant that we would never recognise him. may we will nail him up again! it is all for the good! kill god so we may have life and have it more abundantly. cash him in! in god we trust the universal church!

no more nomads, we stay where we are put by the priesthood of appropriated royalty. e pluribus unum - demos est brutus! we, and our dharma starve for the sake of progress.

why do we delay destruction?

why do we busy ourselves sorting this trash?

why this busyness of business? this vapid entertainment in the wasteland?

why take hydration and nourishment?

deep love,
sarva

sarva

11.10.2003

A play at play: A play in one act
By: Day by day
Characters: I, id, ego, one, souper ego, us, chorus
Scene: it matters?
No! Act!

Prologue
Chorus: Sooper, super primordial soup-er, eh, uh… string… theory, theos, theo, the o, the zero, the one, the zero one, the one/one. Know (this) now. (this) is no now! No, now! Know no. know no now – now!

Act 1:
One goes: One, the first perfect square! [chorus: I used to consider one an all-round square, but now I (k)now it’s zero all around]. it is its own perfect square [chours: so is zero]. All divisable [chorus: except by zero], all divisor [chorus: advisor says zero no divisor]. Between zero and one there is [chorus: more than one] infinity.
Us goes: Matter[!] of fact, but My [fat]her say “what of it?�.
I go: I (k)no(w). you, no. I go no(w).
ego goes: It’s hard to find the undefined.
Zero goes: Being dignified, Zero signified. No. divide by 0!
Ego goes: Divide by 0?
I go: no.
Id goes: I’d divide. Divide inside.
I go: …?/0? 0k…no/0
id goes: error, err or eye, I err, ere I err.
ego goes: No Zero is zero. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
I go: no. zero is zero. Signifying nothing but non being - it is being.
Ego goes: no being is being no. no. no being is not being.
I go: no?
Souper ego goes: I? I (k)No(w). no zero.
I go: o, no!

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