tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59100282009-02-21T09:16:03.455-06:00iconimagoiconimago is the language in noise, the voice in silence and the meaning in what is random. it is a code that is always unbroken. it waits, and it is fulfilled. it wants, and it is satisfied. it has, and it does not control.sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1176081861969254612007-04-08T19:57:00.000-05:002007-04-08T20:24:21.980-05:00ClearlyI, I, I...don't use the first person singular because my ego is overpowering. It is because I can only know my own experience. Writing in first person is the most honest way I know.I was showering when I thought to explore the obvious. I believe. But how can I express the presence of a being that transcends and is imminent, that eminates from within and is all around. I closed my eyes and sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1119473471807818222005-06-22T15:49:00.000-05:002005-12-09T10:44:15.070-06:00Fluid, Spherical Being Although our minds seem not to be extended in space, apparently having no dimension, and although we experience time as one-dimensional, we should never fall into the mind trap of believing that anything within being is simply linear or restricted to a single point. Least of all is consciousness so restricted, and time is all-pervasive.We are dropped into being which is fluid, free-floating and sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1119473263285170332005-06-22T15:45:00.000-05:002005-06-22T15:47:43.290-05:00All one aloneI live in dread or regretof what others deny or forget,but I have cultivated remembranceto assimilate some semblanceof something I haven't been, yet.The object of Zenis to be frozen,forget the past, at last,and eliminate the futureso this hyper-present instancehas no (other) reason for existence.No vagaries or ambiguity,and this would make perfect sense to mewere it not for the soundof my hand, sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1102357790523094292004-12-06T13:28:00.000-06:002004-12-07T08:10:19.350-06:00Water WayWe all know this.
Water gathers and finds its way as if by will, with ineluctable force or with infinite patience.
It weaves and courses, drawn downward by gravity, or it seeps, emerges through the smallest capillary or crease.
It may even create a way by force, if necessary.
If it is prevented from making its way dowward, it may just disappear as it is taken up, leaving no trace but perhaps sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1101302404380292732004-11-24T07:17:00.000-06:002004-12-06T12:52:28.140-06:00Self Interest Pretense is posing
as prestige.
Illusion in shroud
is emboldened, proud.
Negligence excused,
children abused,
wasted, confused.
Imagine a nation
of imagination,
liberation,
where Titans overgrown
are overthrown,
rather than eating us
out of house and home.
The truth unalloyed,
we cannot avoid
nor choose the method
of instruction employed.
What will come will.
Come what will.
Abdicated, or it sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1098996342317708232004-10-28T15:26:00.000-05:002005-12-13T08:51:25.096-06:00No Great MatterWe live in a stormof imagined form.How clear, we see the light(while surrounded by the night!)From how far behind ushas it come?We wonder.How does it follow?Who's who?What's what,and what-not?On a biggish bangwe look back.It's a nick nack,a brick-a-brack,as serious as a heart attack.An infarction of information,it is in formation,an accident, an incidentinsentient in intent,intransigent.It sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1098994383559652662004-10-28T15:00:00.000-05:002004-10-28T15:48:07.626-05:00unspokenseer, seeing seen,
sleep, sleeper, sleeping
are all one.
mysterious, her mercy is
beyond understanding,
quietus.
a simple circle,
0 - a ring
signifing nothing.
not only zero, though
but also
a day, a month,
a year, a lifetime,
our Sun, our Moon!
in the solar eclipse
on this day
they couple,
making love
and a bright ring.
in a fortnight,
the moon will be
overshadowed.
clockwork time.
22, 23..sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1076599527376552682004-02-12T09:25:00.000-06:002004-02-12T09:27:58.670-06:00laughing ghostit is the laughing ghost
you feel this way about.
he's lovely and jocular
and immaterial.
he's in your kitchen
having honey and chilies
on toast for breakfast.
he's blessed.
he's lost,
but he doesn't care
because he doesn't
need to be anywhere.
he seems to be lonely.
you know you would be.
he's touching,
touched and impalpable.
he reaches in your window,
and he leaves a note sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1074021889389596522004-01-13T13:24:00.000-06:002004-01-13T16:35:14.843-06:00we assume roles. socialization. we assume character. politics and the judiciary. we assume that character is predictible and stable. mutual assured destruction. corporal punishment. advertising. operation desert storm. children need to be disciplined. four out of five dentists recommend sugarless gum for their patients who chew gum. the forbidden city. public schooling until the age of majority sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1072476593930109392003-12-26T16:09:00.000-06:002004-10-28T16:10:57.136-05:00no magic.if so, i will live
as a laughing ghost -
never touching
anything.
not transcendent but transparent.
not elevated, but with levity.
not unattached but detached.
not enlightened but illuminated -
to be eliminated.
in this way
there is no fear -
no cry
for no hurt -
no sorrow
for no loss.
how heavy i feel, now -
how full.
i know
i am
all empty space.
in the history
of the universe,
matter is sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1071874128878709992003-12-19T16:48:00.000-06:002004-12-06T13:09:23.246-06:00the gardneruproots a plant
by its latin name,
he asserts a rule -
insinuates a path.
the finest dust
makes the gravel,
full of empty space.
does he know this?
washing some greens
out of the dust,
slightly bitter,
he adds vinegar.
like the rice,
it has come
from elsewhere
to be of use.
after the meal,
more dust on bowls
is washed away
to make more dust.
more and more dust.
how is it
they can say
there sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1071177917659527742003-12-11T15:25:00.000-06:002003-12-22T10:40:34.313-06:00aditiAs the moon retreats from the sun in the sky, they each approach one another. It is inherent in the nature of circles. However, given that they intersect only on rare occassions, it is apparent that they are not following the same path. The wonder is that they fit together so perfectly when they intersect!
iconimagosarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1070551130344761432003-12-04T09:18:00.000-06:002003-12-22T10:40:51.170-06:00trashed empty package
that held bunny brand carrots
jack rabbit watching.
iconimagosarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1070551051690184752003-12-04T09:17:00.000-06:002004-01-07T17:00:18.153-06:00a moment's notice
the sameness is becoming
completly different.
iconimagosarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1070550998365826662003-12-04T09:16:00.000-06:002003-12-22T10:41:26.936-06:00this, a broken rule.
all the difference in the world
before the rule is known.
iconimagosarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1070387630522687202003-12-02T11:53:00.000-06:002003-12-22T10:49:30.806-06:00in a wordi await a word.
it has come.
why write it?
a great achievement!
ambition
dies away.
happiness flees
towards us,
no escape.
needless to say,
i repeat
myself.
i repeat myself
to myself.
no. no. no.
iconimagosarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1069695169478520002003-11-24T11:32:00.000-06:002003-12-22T10:55:34.880-06:00turning wordwe 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 thesarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1068848336537836102003-11-14T16:18:00.000-06:002004-12-16T08:44:13.436-06:00the foolno 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. sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1068832608357318682003-11-14T11:56:00.000-06:002003-12-02T11:55:04.623-06:00a 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 sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1068483634862097452003-11-10T11:00:00.000-06:002003-12-22T11:00:20.530-06:00A 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! sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1066926680987893492003-10-23T11:31:00.000-05:002003-12-22T11:01:15.873-06:00doorwayMake a single random mark on a virgin page.
It kills time and ravages space.
Interruption blemishes the skin
Of crystal water, a pebble tossed in.
The surface occluded, the depth a torrent,
Clarity unsettled, by an act of will.
Wait.
It will penetrate and gradually abate,
Working it’s way to the ocean of peace.
None of this is real.
The peace remains.
Wait.
The door is the same on either sidesarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1066673825870423142003-10-20T13:17:00.000-05:002003-10-20T13:17:05.763-05:00sarva swaha!
death is negligence.
if we allow death its place in our lives, death will outwit death.
stay awake, wait and watch for renewal. it happens every morning.
or, sleep and be patient for the gifts it brings. it happens every year.
unlock the door.
do you want to die in there?
email me. sarvasarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1065666791467824962003-10-08T21:33:00.000-05:002003-12-22T11:02:14.390-06:00Glimmer
I have felt it, sensed it in moments of reverie or despair.
At either extreme, there is a kind of glimmering lure in the air
Towards an admirable madness that is so irresistible.
It is an ersatz exemplar of the hero’s journey, the odyssey.
I have been to the edge - have looked over lover’s leap.
Considering the possible and impossible, overwhelmed
Sometimes with more, sometimes less sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1065666754740872292003-10-08T21:32:00.000-05:002003-10-20T18:20:23.666-05:00Thief of time
by iconimago
Awaiting the regular hours to slowly slip away
As they courtage into the past day after day
Clock watching,
Watch clocking,
Start walking.
The macrocosm is slightly askew.
What has that to do with us? I ask you.
Creditors -
Predators
Capitalism -
Cannibalism
Time dilation is
Timed annihilation
email me. sarvasarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910028.post-1065666606274637382003-10-08T21:30:00.000-05:002003-10-20T18:20:54.120-05:00Melancholy
By iconimago
Perhaps I was a warrior in my distant history.
Destruction an all important role in my story.
Now an artist, the creative impulse compulsory,
Still, I am incomprehensibly inconsolably sorry.
Some enemy melancholy pursues a treacherous meander
Behind me, through a valley fragrant, abloom with oleander.
Attractive are her capabilities, her anesthetic properties.
So tempted,sarvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509897886557387038noreply@blogger.com0