Vibrato

Should I wake up limitless,

I will, you can be sure,

Sample of the various heavens,

(Muslim, Norse, Pure Land Buddhism, Ancient Greek)

And will surely add my own flare and be

Decadently self-righteous for a time,

And then I will maybe crave my old

Blessed parameters,

The structure adolescents need so they can push against it,

So that when there is a moment,

(It was Arizona, I was 17)

It can be my moment,

My memory,

My achievement and my small-mind secret,

And when there is a poem about limits

(Here, now) 

it has mental context,

Can bump the needle off that Super-low B flat

For its brief space,

Right itself, reset, resurrect 

(About an hour after writing this, I was reading a letter from Alan Watts to Christmas Humphreys, wherein Alan writes of the divine sacrifice that something he alternately calls God and Sunyata makes in order to give us life. Something about God having the freedom to move in all directions at once, but giving up that freedom in order to pick a particular direction, move within certain parameters, give us/Himself this life to experience and to accept (because that acceptance itself is the very root of our lives). He said that if we live under the assumption that life is based on unmoving principles, there would be no need for gratitude, because principles have no choice but to be what they are. But as this is a voluntary sacrifice, an appropriate response is gratitude. And that non dualism and God have room for beings other than God within them. Whereas pantheism only allows for oneness, which is a term largely unused, because it excludes the many (and he made references to nazism and talked about how the earth does not orbit the sun in a neat 360 days). So it is not absurd for us to be grateful to Sunyata/God, for we can be within God and other than God at the same time. After reading that, I was (firstly, struck by how often I'll come across something in line with what I've been recently thinking, but also) humbled by how cavalierly I had compared myself to God. Giving a nod of understanding to the sacrifice, yes, but also speaking rather lightly of something which may be Infinitely holier and beyond me.  That said, in later talks Alan Watts also speaks pretty lightly of God being us and thinking as we think, so maybe his thinking changes, but I hadn't heard this particular take on it and the gratitude/God-Having-Room-For-Beings-Other-Than-God piece really resonates with me).

Slip...

... of a thing in Spring

... ping tween trees bare feet grass-greened

... clinging to sweat sheen

Just Messing Around

And she wondered when
She had stopped being
The hero of her own story,

And in realizing it,
A stab of loss so sharp
And swift

She was a moment
Catching her breath

How I Wonder What You Are

The Master's hand poised, pulsating, the most pregnant pause there will ever be,

Then, legs spread wide, white bell bottoms seething with energy, a windmill-arm motion to strum the six super strings and Bang!

The one becoming the infinitely many,  harmonics by the trillions taking their turn in the limelight, reverberating, fading,

Like galaxies, like stars, like lives or days, or like the A which she meant to be a G and will correct the next time around,

My daughter teasing twinkle twinkle little star from the old cracked Baldwin, singing to remember the tune, voice as of yet still clear and free as space itself

I am circling back on years missed,
Prudence dictates that I train for my marathon at night,
While kids sleep and employment relents
(Marathons are more-appropriate insanity,)


No time to write. Must ride ny bike. Dark. Night. Air. Youth. Cement. Grass.

Don't Ever be Afraid to be Embarrassed

To live is to be
An asshole to some extent,
Jesus ain't hiring