The One LOVE.

The One LOVE.

Don’t be wasting any more time, babe, tryin’ to join together what Is already one.

That from the Beginning has been done.

Love is not for sale. 

Won’t be worn as a ring on a finger or a thumb.

So, my dear, if you’ll quit trying to keep warm by swallowing the Sun something you always had but never knew you had will seem automatically to come.

We can’t mint love.

Cannot print love.

Can’t give or take it and

sure can’t forsake it.

It has done for you and me what we never even thought we wanted done. And all love asks of you is everything you claim you wish to have…and then some.

Talkin’ ‘bout the One LOVE.

 In halls and halls FILLED WITH books man praises his story…His Story…History. All you need to know is it’s his story. And, in truth, there is no such goddamned thing! The full-time job of a stupid person, and all persons are stupid, is to promote day and night a stupid point of view and all such ideas are stupid, empty and really pointless. Every point of view is without dimension. That’s the point! They give each other awards for this and make promises concerning a future in a rose garden. Swear to each other undying loyalty as they build a ladder that will enable them to rise above it all. Over dead bodies.

Each person pretends to be unique but all amount to “same things”. Sameness turns to dullness. Dullness implies treatment. Doctor Feel Good is called for. That is the beginning of hell in the human brain. Second most powerful thing in the Universe has taken control  of that brain. For awhile the stupid person in Hell is aware he is watching himself from somewhere else. Gradually the light grows dimmer until it goes out. That’s it! A robot is complete as a small, blind central point pointing through imagination only. It has been said that in a world of the blind the one-eyed man is king.

I saw the heart break.

I saw it break in the boy’s eyes and across his injured face.

I saw the heart break and I could not stop accusing him and piling on blame.

I am so sickened and carry such shame.

He’s grown to be a good man, kind and strong

in spite of what I did to him one night 

which has lasted my life long.

Then, suddenly, from another place, the shame was seen and to those eyes is gone. That is forgiveness!

 Riotous Joy 

is on the Wing!

For A Lover of Life

  All Ways Spring!

Never Mind

A Dog Gone Thing!

Laugh And Dance! 

PlAY And Sing!

Laugh And Dance 

You LuckyThing!

 Try and understand this: A true stoic is light and jolly and free of all worry. And, it shows!

 And Be Careful Not To Beat Your Drum For Any Reason

Life’s its own cherry mystery and History’s like some gravy on my tie.

The evil mankind experiences in all its many disgusting forms

cannot be the result of nature going coo-coo, oh no, 

it’s refusal of her magic. 

Actually, stars go to a far away place when the Sun comes up only to return when it goes down. All we have to do in order to enter Eden in a flash is to look again without explanation and that requires no time. A clear mind is a brilliant one. 

All man’s remedies since the Fall have amounted to no more enlightened sophistication than to tell that beating on a drum in a certain fashion will keep elephants at bay. That’s like buying gadgets advertised to save you time. That’s coo-coo. Nobody has ever saved even one beat of time. No pocket can hold one. Hell, how many even spend time?  It spends us. 

The way to respond to an epidemic is to decide to change into a human being who serves decency. Not to impress God or your neighbor or the traffic cop or anybody else, that’s indecent.  Only for you. Let your own self prove:  I am a  DECENT HUMAN BEING.

 FINE DAY!

Billy:  Fine day!

First: Billy, what do you like to do on a fine day like this one?

Billy: Shoot my pistol at targets.

Second: What targets you like to shoot?

Billy: Lily-livered Governors make good targets.

Third: What’s another target, Bill?

Billy: Oh, I guess it’s fun to shoot empty pop bottles.

Fourth: Who do you like to shoot with best?

Billy: I prefer my own company when shootin’. 

Fifth: When you’re older what do you want to do most?

Billy: Shut up!

Fifth: What? Why do you say that?

Billy: Don’t ask. Just shut up, won’t you?

First: That’s no way to be. We’re just interested in things you like to do. What’s wrong with that?

Billy: Holy shit! Shut up!

Second: No need to get so upset like that.

Billy: There’s every need! Nothing is as sacred. Gadammit. I do not want to speak about what I want. I do not want to spend time that way. I know where it takes a fellow. 

Third: Where does it take you?

Billy: Livin’ Hell. That’s where. I wanna spend my time in the company of this one fine day. Free from the 10,000 worries of tomorrow…which never comes by the way.

Fourth: But can’t we spend some of today thinkin’ and talkin’ about what we would like to have? That’s only natural, ain’t it?

Billy:  You just don’t git it, do ya? Shut up! Simple. Know what I mean? Just shut up.

Fifth: I don’t git it.

Billy: At least that’s not another damn question. It’s an admission.You don’t git it. Ya don’t git it because you are stuck in what is not natural. I never met a man who was happy because he got what he wanted. 

Fifth: I git it.(laughter) It’s like let tomorrow take care of itself.

Billy: Only in that way is your time gonna be made of real stuff. Another thing. The practice of imagining what you want is so habituatin’. Before long, at a time you are unaware, it captures you in a tangled web you cannot escape ever except by a very difficult amount of tortuous trouble. Most people are not alive at all.  Only wish things were different. I want nothing. 

First: I don’t either. 

 Who Are We? 

They are I and I am they.

I must be told that often it seems lately. No matter how much or in what ways they torment me…I am they and they are I. Funniest thing to me is that when I actually, fully and not partially, accept that as factual I am immediately absorbed into peaceful contentment. And, man, there is no other place to be suddenly stranded as lovely as that place! When here I never want to leave.  But I do. Leave it. Perhaps I do so for the sheer joy of returning to it. And another thing, the experience of being stranded here is so strange it feels like I am in the company of everybody…even those who are lost and forgotten or dead and those yet unmet also I am with. Although it requires no effort at all it is the only fulfilling existence I have ever known. But still I leave it. To try something new or different is what I tell myself but I think it is for the joy of returning we do it.