The Neonative

THE NEONATIVE
BY WESTON ELLIOT STRICKLER
Copyright 2010 Weston Elliot Strickler

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To all those
who seek
their own true
Native Nature
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Special thanks to: my Mom and Dad for their love and support, to Jenny
whose help has been indispensable to me, to John Rudy for his suggestions,
to the Kutia and Desia Kondhas of Khandamal Orissa India for their
example, and to all those who helped facilitate this work either by hosting
me in your country, letting me stay at your place, or giving me
encouragement. Thank you for your guidance and inspiration. I hope this
book honors all of you.
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Table of Contents
Page
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3
Note From The Author

Invocation
IN SEARCH OF THE NEONATIVE

Chapter 1: Esoteric
Esoteric
The Boy Begins To Glow
Chasing the Wind
Mythical Love
Cain
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Chapter 2: In Search Of The Neonative

In Search Of The Neonative
I Laugh from my Groin
The Local Girl
The Little Monk
Rhythms in the Sky
What Of Americas Future
Modern Day Daniel
Radical Kid
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Chapter 3: Demon Lord Empire

Demon Lord Empire
Slight Whisk of a Woman
Who Is Satan
I Sing You
meditation love
New York Subway
Sexual Sance
Gandhi
Imperfect Star
Formulas of Lost Resistance
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Professional Computer Shitter

Spiritual Convict
The Perfect Moral Vice
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Chapter 4: Aimless
Aimless
So I Went To The Sage #1
Vietnamese Sunshine
Meditation is my Salvation
The Cool River On
Electric Attention
Tribal Healing
Prayer .45 of the Westonian hymnal
Drunken Astronaut
Soul Lullaby
Can I Be Honest
Actions bind minds in chains
Sea Turtles
To Find Love
So Much Trouble
Let Me Process Through This Fully
Serum to Save the World
Patience
Be One With Your God
reflection of a reflection
I died that day I cried blue rain
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Chapter 5: If I Was a Poet

If I Was a Poet
The Terrorist
The Liar
Journey To The Sage
The Greatest Treasure In The World
Leader Of The Nations
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EARTH CONSCIOUSNESS
Chapter 6: Healing Rides Upriver
Healing Rides Upriver
The Deer Park Song
On the way to tribal country
The Natives and me
The World Tree
Flood Streams Of The Soul
The Secret Valley Of Trees
Soul Believer
My true experience in India
I spy a Healer
Sorcerer CEO
Golden India
Gnostic Stanza
Moral American Imperative
Softness
Awakened Sorcerer
The Baby and the Strong Man
Song of the Unseperated Soul
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Chapter 7: Earth Consciousness

Earth Consciousness
Solar Solace
I Got a Fever
Forest Slumber
Buddha Earth Logic
Poet Earths Cloak Of Many Colors
Chullachaqui
The tiny tree frog
Earth Marinade
Nothing Has Changed
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The Healer
The Neonative
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Chapter 8: The Sting Of Winter

The Sting Of Winter
What Christmas Means To Me
Mystic Santa
The Reason for the Season
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Chapter 9: Rauuurrrrr
Rauuurrrrr
Prove It
Simple Celebration Of The Soul
I Can Do Anything
Sultry Nature
My Many Mothers
Noble Death
Debtors Paradise
Swollen Adoration Of The Sun
Spirit Of The Forest
The Aquarian Dream
The Cosmic Mother
Tired Tigers
Earth Worship
Hear Me Growl
Mother Earth
The Sorcerer and You
The Cherubs Sing
The Huge Shit Obstacle
Wicker Baskets
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Chapter 10: 30 Trillion Blood Cells Singing

30 Trillion Blood Cells Singing
Mother Tao
The Ornery Lover
Zeus
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Woman In Love
My Meriah Body
The Coming Revolution
The End Of Empire
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Chapter 11: Mother Of Us All

Mother Of Us All
Great Goddess Of My Blood
Worshipers Of The Divine
Spirit Of The Lion
Boommmmmm
Traveling Mythic
People of the Earth
Me and My Baby
The Cosmic Spiral
Spirit Helpers Of The Divine
Restoring The Sacred
Dear Children
Mother Natures Son
Bones Of The Shaman
Search For The Sacred
Temple Of The Sun
We Sing The Same Soul
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Epilogue:
Im In Love
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WANDERING MYTHIC
Biography Of Context, Dates, and Places
Recommended Reading List
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Note from the Author:

This collection of writing represents a spiritual journey. It is in chronological
order and is a decade of work. Part One: In Search Of The Neonative
begins in India in 1999 and ends in London in 2004. Part Two: Earth
Consciousness begins in India in 2007 and ends in Germany in 2009. Part
Three: Wandering Mythic places this work in context. Part One and Part
Two were written in a space separated by two years. They are essentially
two different books representing different stages of the same journey. The
first stage is of striving, discovery, and struggle and the second stage is of
becoming, arrival, and celebration. Though Part One and Part Two are
separated by a gap of two years, they are intrinsically connected by the
same uniting thread of continuity, developing evolution, and over arching
vision. This book was written spanning my travels across the continents of
the Americas, Europe, and Asia.
Invocation
Auuuuummmmmm
Auuuuummmmmm
Auuuuummmmmm
Great God
Great Spirit
Great Mother
Great Father
Great Healer
Consciousness
My True Nature
Mother Water
Mother Sun
Mother Earth
Mother Air
Mother Space
Thank You for being me
Thank You for being these words
May these words benefit all
In your beautiful names
I write
speak
pray
and sing
Auuuuummmmmm
Auuuuummmmmm
Auuuuummmmmm
Auuuuummmmmmeeeeeeennnnnnn
PART ONE
ESOTERIC
Esoteric
I will my being
into an imaginary mental point
like the tail of a shooting star
flowing up into itself
A voice asks me
Are you willing to enter
and give up all for this
I dont know I say
and then
Im in
The voice says to me
Welcome to the Buddhas
This is only a taste
of what you will experience
Thousands of Buddhas
surrounded me
in the sky
I cry
I glow
with the explosion
of a thousand
screaming
orgasms
Then
I am back
meditating
I can not tell
how long I have been gone
I touch myself
I forgot
I have a body

Shining binding blinding light
established in its secret might
the boy that reckons beyond his sight
confirmed his destination
confronted indignation
He wheels in whirling colors
that dazzle in their kind
the refining of his mind
Fucking systems clique rhyme
He adds a new verse
that dogma does not know
Illumination shows
filling a fine-tuned crevice
in his frontal lobe
where galaxies will grow
The boy begins to glow
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Chasing the Wind

Chasing?
Did someone say chasing the wind?
I caught it once
and told it to tell me where it was going
The wind said Son
I bend to higher laws
Go ask them to tell you where I go
So I climbed the sacred ladder to the sacred land
Waiting for me was Dharma
She showed me grinding wisdom
that pined within my spine
winding though my heart
twisting in my ear
hear I heard the symbols
only divas hear
that lies fear
that sages wear
around their necks
like diamond necklaces
of gold
AAAAUUUUMMMMMMMM
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Mythical Love
Angels invite my heart to lay upon their bosom
but God instructs my will to tread the soil
Tragic as it may seem saves renewal in countless lives God says
So Im placed in a desert with a poisoned glass of water
I am told there is a fresh water oasis ahead of me
If I trek through the desert I will find it
If I drink the poisoned water I will die
I am too thirsty to throw the glass away
So I take small sips
making sure not to drink too much
but its gradually killing me
I reach the oasis only to find a mirage
What can I do
Im so thirsty
I walk onward clinging to my glass of poison
Maybe my body will become immune to this poison
Maybe I will throw the glass away
Maybe I will drink too much and it will kill me
I hope when I get to my fresh water spring
I dont accidentally trip
polluting the water with my poison
That would suck
Maybe I should throw my poison away
but how
Im so thirsty
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Cain
Speaking indecisions I was born
Not from good
which may have been your mother
Confusion was mine
You may only need renewed
I must be born again
for to turn to my true nature
would scorch the Earth
and devour the Sun
I know you did not come from Abel
I killed him
and you did not come from me
If you did
you would be killing me
and claiming the land like I
You must be another of Eves sons
Were the same you know
from the same womb
but I am made to wander
and not to die
only to kill
I am Cain
I seek rebirth
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Who is the beautiful neonative to these United States
Who takes the noble garb and gown of the sustainable
If you find this wise scavenger of the Earth
call me
for I shall sit at my lords feet
and learn the ways of the Savage
If you find one so enlightened
living intently and resolutely
like an aboriginal
resolving and renouncing the system of suffering
Please call me, I want this also
In my upper strata middle class ways
it will take me time
to work so low in myself
and so high in the touch of Nature
I long for this child of the Stone Age
who Nature deems her native
I bow to the wisdom that I seek
The light and transient
knowing what it is
beseeching the soil and dust
to take their rightful place as gods
who use civilization as a footstool
Seek me this wild barbarian one
upon the Earth and within myself
and I shall show you purity and courage
open like space is for all
shining as a star into the deepest heaven
radiating like the Sun upon all humanity
If sleep is the question and awake the answer
then this keeper of solitude
is the listener to the riddle
the observer of the beginnings of the universe
All is seen in the Sages transcendental sight
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All is freed within the mystics neosystem

We are carefully treated by this simple and poor revolutionary
this gardener of the Earth
Trees rejoice
They will not be cut by this Buddha
Air celebrates
She will not be polluted by this awakened one
Mother Goddess herself sings
that one of her loved ones
recognize her as she was ten millennia ago
Who is this wonderful gatherer of these United States
Who takes the name of Life
If you hear from this muse of a new age
If you see this oracle of a new flesh
Please arouse me
I want to meet this living tradition of peace
and sit at my lords feet
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I Laugh from my Groin

Where did all the lovin people go
or should I say
where did all the lovin go in me
Did it get swallowed by those same old sins
the roots I cant dig out
Ya, Ive probably
nurtured weeds of conditioning
Satan still has a foothold in my life
An interest in my future
Mara wont let go
but Allah knows the days are short
and good fruit is planted
in the young soil of childrens minds
but like Yoda to Sky Walker
Your too old the wind says to me
as I inhale deeply
sucking completely the tricky northern wind
with all her many doubts
and I laugh deep from my groin
enjoying the way it feels
as wind tickles past my teeth and gums
like I am sure
the way Space must feel
to have a sun spot
arch and cut through its vastness
Space enjoys sucking fire into darkness
just like I enjoy the tricky northern wind
sliding to the deepest part of my gut
where I laugh from my groin
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The Local Girl

WAR
DISEASE
GLOBAL WARMING
NUCLEAR WEAPONS
POLLUTION
CRIME
THE CUTTING DOWN OF THE RAIN FOREST
These things dont concern me
Im just worried
I got the local girl
pregnant
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The Little Monk

The little monk
meditated
peacefully
with eyes closed
and for entertainment
he opened them
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Rhythms in the Sky

Dying
is like restoring yourself
in countless lives
Look
Theres the songbird
whose songs
werent meant for me
but I killed the master of the house
Now the master is me
Then I woke up in a lower life
reborn in atonement of my sins
Maybe this time
Ill climb the ladder to Valhalla
before I vanish
from the cosmic stream
like the pinpoint
of a dervish hat
as it circumferences
in a swirl
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What of Americas future
I who stand as Americas culprit
Americas shining example
The soft white bread of planet Earth
Havent I been fed a college degree
a middle class lifestyle
expensive cloths
all the prepackaged food I could eat
and what do I have to show for it
apathy, cynicism, hopelessness, angst
You can keep it
I dont want your gifts of Progress
Your presents from the military state
Give me savagery
barbarism
Give me madness
Dont give me these presents of pity
Wild animals dont accept them
Nor does Nature
or her natives
They arent that desperate
Neither am I
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Modern Day Daniel

The Angel of God has been sent to give me a message
but the door of my heart is blocked
by the Angel of Civilization
The Angel of Natures god and the Angel of mans god
battle within me
I know not who will win
or if my message will come
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Radical Kid
I never was what I once was
Radical Kid, Anarchist, Rockstar, Lonestar
Nobody ever was
what I once was
Freedom Fighter, Gandhi, Messiah, Kind Deed
The time has come
to be what has never been
Constant like a star
Streaking like a car
weaving down
city streets
in fire streams of red
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DEMON LORD EMPIRE
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Demon Lord Empire

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Upon the bluish brow of the Great Spirit
glows the triple jewels of life
Love, Acceptance, and Honesty
Posing upon the Great Spirits naval
stands Demon Lord Empire
upon whose brow
darkens three ebon jewels of Suffering
We The People
uphold Empire as our true god
Living unfulfillment
we worship Ghosts of our forefathers
Hungry Ghosts gone astray
who murder and live
under the ten thousand year old
illusion of scarcity
Our system of Empire
is like an empty shell
like the surface of your mind
if quieted fades
If you believe Empires jewel of Fear
you support
and are herded by Empires hired minions
the armed forces
who protect Empire from the dastardly sin
of free speech
If you believe Empires jewel of judgment
you become a slave to bosses, things, and feelings
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like drugs elate sensations

or sex tingles the deep
If you believe Empires jewel of superstition
you agree with half-truths
offering you disempowerment
as your votes are taken
for the greater good of the Elite
residing in the plush head of the beast
An ivory tower made of steel and tinted glass
where rich old men smoke and drink
having respirators keep them alive
because
they
smoke and drink
Great Spirit is the Earth
and we are half bloods
born of nature
and nurtured by a demon
who reaches his pompous bloated fangs into the sky
like a heavy canopy
covering the entire developed world
with its illusions of predisposed meaning
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Yet in auspicious splendor
like the taste of a rainbow
when one experiences the Great Spirit
a laser light of hope shines forth
cutting instantaneously
the flimsy phantom that haunts humankind
leaving a glorious space to breathe
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before smog billows back

inhaling smoke of car exhaust
and artillery shells
and exhaling fumes of factories
and clear-cut rainforests
Yet there are some who discover
like climbing a mountain
rising above the city skyline
with a shocked breath
inhaling crisp fresh air for the very first time
There are even a few
I hear
whose very breath
is fresh
When these pure breaths
breathe
it is not unlike
cool wind
pacifying Sahara heat
These awakened ones
illuminate like glowworms
dispelling Falsity from their very core
To be near them is to hear devas sing
is to feel the dance of jinn and gnomes
is to see the heavens of gods
waiting anxiously
for this one sacred person
to speak
one
precious word
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Resistance never ceases
Nature is never tamed
The Great Spirit with all her many names is not forgotten
like there is a word for Sun in every language
Pocket movements of resistance
like Zapatestas
encircle the globe
like patches of trees still seen
defying American farm lands
Every age has its prophets and enlightened ones
The aboriginal has not died
The trees still live
All animals have not been domesticated
There is hope
Old as the hills Gandhi said
Shinning a beacon that truth is forcefully advancing
like ancient Buddhist armies
draped in yellow monk robes
who brought prosperity to every community they visited
like mothers who would not hesitate to die for their children
are Sadhus in Indian temples and villages
which at first
to western notions
of protestant
puritan
ethnocentric
work ethic
may seem like beggars no good for society
but really
which Eastern householders know
is like God trying to realize herself
like a remedy for social ills
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like a reminder for every child to live in wonder

like a full liberalism that includes different styles of life
not just different clothes
on the same boring college educated white guy
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Those who follow the jewels of the Great Spirit
strengthen the archangel to step once again
out from our prayers onto solid ground
The archangel is the ancient spirit
of the sages, shamans, and forest peoples
representing societies of ancient times
when people mostly played
women mostly lead
and lovers mostly loved
This is the ten thousand year old struggle
between Powers and Principalities
beyond the scope of common knowledge
and daily toil
Demon against Angel
One the likeness of the Great Spirit
sent within your deepest heart
out from the universe and up from the Earth
The other engineered from the heads of men
stabbed and stacked and possessed
all and any random thing they could
out of fear
to preserve a way of life
to ensure survival
to maintain security
like the false faith of drinking water in a barren desert
that has been poisoned
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The native stretches his arms and looks around
drowsed as if waking from a bad nights sleep
Empires arms encompass the Earth
There is nowhere to migrate anymore
There is no other land to exodus to
Corruption has come to the fourth world
Empire is the only stage of confrontation
where the scavenging must be done
Its time
to Gather and Hunt like in the old days
when fruit grew on trees and berries grew on vines
when you could drink from the streams
and did not have to buy streams in well-marketed
ornately colored water bottles
by-products of sewage treatment plants
The neonative is tattering the worn garments of his blue-collar job
as they fall around him like a fading memory
of some disturbing TV Sitcom
about some nuclear family
that never existed for any real family he knew of
This stirred child steps into a paved Eden
where stoplights are the new trees
and teepees look like houses
that took half a lifetime to pay off
All the real forests used to be free
not lifeless private property or imprisoned national parks
Now it seems the luckiest of trees
are saved by flood zone creek edges
unable to be developed by hungry bulldozers
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This awakened aboriginal

steps across national lines like an international citizen
like a scavenger eating food fat consumerists throw away
speaking honestly like one not afraid to lose his job
This sobering native
of some pagan blood
is suddenly appalled at the filthy state of his soul
like someone has not bothered to clean the karma off his seed
for countless lives
This darling scavenger hears the music of the Great Spirit
and follows the harmonious sound
like an AUM
deep within his breast
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The natives survive
rejoices the Great Spirit
There is more that roam on me than ghosts and robots
My Earth has not been abandoned
The children of pagans and Sages and natives
still love my land
There are actually living humans
with awakened minds
for me to take care of
Ive been waiting for this to happen
for so long
For the benefit of all
In the names of the Great Spirit
where a healthy lifestyle is the greatest service
and experiencing our native nature
places all things in proper perspective
Auuuummmmmeeeennnnnn
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Slight whisk of a woman
Gliding form of incense smoke
If you do not know how to touch a woman
If your hands are indifferent in the crease of her back
If she is a pop out replacement in your bed
Dont
Love is too delicate an art
to be fumbled
with your clumsy hands
on a soccer field
like some football
My loves inner voice
vibrates
like a cats purr
like the coo of a pigeon
Have you excited your love
with such sensual pleasure
she falls from your bed to the floor
almost in tears
Begging no more
Afraid of the intensity
that she may lose herself
in you completely
Who knows
I am a vast dark warm valley
Greener than Kashmir and the Nile banks combined
Let me tell you of my woman
Our kiss with the temperature
of her lips just right
Parted slightly like an invitation
Sharing of breaths
Driving smell of pheromones
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bonding our flesh

What can be more intimate
Lips spread
Calling you
Pleading you
Luring you
in some ancient sance
of our love in touch
Like a flower bends to the Suns rays
no
Like a fish caught
by some sea creatures tentacles
no
Like wanting
but not striving
but being taken
Like an apple from a tree
caught as it falls by my lovers hands
The apple that enjoys to be eaten
is me
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Who Is Satan
Who is Satan?
Satan is the everyday man
pulled here and there
by whatever desire comes his way
He is the normal person
The tax payer
with unmastered mind
having his heart strings pulled
by all the addictions the system can offer
He is king of bad vibes
for all demons live in his kingdom
In ancient times
it wasnt demons who mostly lived within
but helpful spirits
Every person had at least one spirit guide
and Shamans captured many spirits
like butterflies with a net
Masters of good vibes
Where are the Shamans?
Where are the Kachinas in the nuclear age?
Why have we traded good spirits for bad?
What does it benefit us
if we gain the white mans ways
but lose the good spirits
Today a person is considered lucky
if hes even met a good spirit
If not be a host
to a legion of demons
So pity poor Satan
for he is you
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I Sing You
If I am on the south pole
and you on the north
Id kiss the sky
assured
the wind would deliver
my poetry to you
The tricky northern wind
My good friend
to him I spin hours
reciting my love for you
but Mercurys speed with a message
is not my want
Ill meet you by the equator
In the middle
The aboriginal riddle
An incubator of predestined design
Positive karma
for future inclinations
we are
like a perfect tree
that may have faults
to some Platonic idea of perfect forms
existing in some imagined reality of purity
that never has had substantiality
to brothers and sisters
living in the Now
like slapping sensations
are the interchange of Ions between Neurons
to a Buddha
So powerful
the awareness of the subtle
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You know something is right

when random people
smile
at two unknown lovers
exchanging a kiss
like her lips
are some precious fruit
I must savor
and roll around my tongue
to prolong the flavor
like natures candy
you are to me
Swiveling out of past and future context
1st person
3rd person
have no meaning here
I have always been your lover
in all my many lives
even the ones to come
even forgotten lives
fallen to the cutting room floor
in the L.A. studio
of the three Fates
Even in this nameless reality of sliced footage
you are still my love
Do you feel it?
Do you know this truth?
Like every kiss from 30 so guys
prepared you for me
Like every girl I ever touched
because of a burning in my heart
to find you
was always imperfect manifestations of you
evolving into you
until I found you
Now I sing you
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meditation love
She comes to me in the night
I come to her in the day
She is my midnight Angel
I am her day time lover
Bringing her to me is my sacred duty
She caresses me every night like a force of nature
I must reflect her passion
knowing if I dont come to her
realitys fabric will tear
hallucinations shall slip through the senses
to haunt the waking world
physical nature itself will degenerate
This is how powerfully I need her
At night she comes
to refresh me all over my tired body
kissing me
drenching me deep in her waters
leaving thoughts of separateness
like swaddling cloths thrown to our bedroom floor
our naked bodies touch
Every inch of me dives into her womb
My mind is absorbed in her presence
humming in unison to the sounds of her body
My focus is her and hers alone
If I do not focus to please her in the day
as she pleases me in the night
is there not inequality
I seek not to take our love
but to share it
to establish it
It is only right
That my eyes are as wide and unassuming as hers
My skin as soft and glowing
That I am as gentle and careful in the placement
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and movement of my body and hands

as she is with me
I must fulfill my lovers balance
I stop
Calm my self for her
Cross my legs
Back strait
Sitting the way she likes
Breathing the way she likes
My eyes slightly closed
My lips slightly parted
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New York Subway

Lighter skins go downtown
Darker skins go uptown
Lighter skins rarely take the subway
Darker skins live in the subway
Lighter skins spend the money
Darker skins beg for money
If you ask me what a New York subway is like
Its that bluesy sound of a saxophone
wet from black lips
As the business suited white guy
turns away
afraid if hes caught watching
hell have to pay
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Sexual Sance
Kneeling behind her
she begs me to push
as hard as I can
touching some spot
inside vaginal walls
that bow her down
Back curved
hips arched
she prostrates
to the invisible alter
in front of her
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Gandhi
I dance
to a divine tune
If it be delusion
I cling to it
I dance
Experiencing
an ineffable
inner joy
They ask me
is God real
I say
I dont know
if anything is real
except for God
I dance
on salted marches
I dance
in troubled times
I am
the great soul
I dance
to a divine tune
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Imperfect Star
I who was a scrawny pest of reluctance
peering in every mirror from Africa to Bangkok
looked into the night and saw an imperfection with one star
she glowed less on her right side
This was a reproach from nature itself
So I armed my cannons with dynamite
to eradicate the moon if my demands were not met
Brother Mercury floated down from the night
Wondering whats the fuss
I told him that star is dim on one side
He understood my dilemma completely
and like Mercury flew away before I could see him leave
Then Sister Wisdom came to me
She was an angel
like passion without the sting
a blue pool of liquid light
She asked the problem
I said that star has an imperfection
and I cant take my eyes off it
She understood completely
She said your vision is dim on one side
We must get it fixed immediately
So she took my sight like a lens from a camera
and polished it all night long
In the morning
the star was gone
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I struggle to expand the boundaries of my perception
I ram my head against psychic walls of historys buildup
Buildup is a wickedly concrete man
Sturdy Solid Sooty
Seemingly Uncompromising
I who lean like the illusion to his might
as he tosses me around with giant swoops of ease
We have many selves
Mine is mean and panhandles me
God Buddha Vishnu Jesus Somebody
I dont fucking care
Help me!
I am weak soft sensitive
and he crushes my stomach and delights in my pain
What can I do
But wait
Be still
Do nothing in the kind of agony
the Buddha talks about
Bottomless cups of coffee shrill
topless dancers into submission
Like grains of pepper floating aimlessly back and forth
Back and forth
Topsy turvy they glide
This is what little boys do
when systems of control have lost reason
Not that I ever drank from poisoned cups
I only expound upon petty crimes and pink skirts
piecing together fabrics of my wasted life
not real white elephants from Japan
But hells laughing at me
because I stubbed my toe again
The first time I felt shame
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I brushed it off
The second time
I pretended I didnt hear
The third time
I reacted a little but I recovered
But the fourth time
when the acorn fell three feet from the tree
splashing in the puddle
and a dash of dew touched two inches from my shoe
Thats when I lost it
I mean really lost it
Killing people in market places
Children screaming
and their all asking me why
Like they didnt know the hard times Ive been through
The preoccupation and nerve focusing crime
that hours of fine tuned persistence
has cost my mental well being
Like they didnt know the dew
and the three feet
and my shoe
Fuck them all
and their weak minds
and their lazy eyes
I will not be ridiculed or underpaid
the debt my feelings towards a preemptive splash has cost me
I burn the forest for not providing me emotional shelter
I will kill God for refuge unkept
I look to the head of my loved ones
as I hold their dead head in my hands
and I know
my self hate runs deep
deep
and self hate
is world hate
and world hate
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is family hate
and family hate
is woman hate
and woman hate
is hate of all
So I claim this part of me
like the tinsel bell wind chime I am
and hope to reclaim some super Weston
of the future or the past
A self that is constant
the same
That does not die
like every poorly built fabrications of time that has proceeded me
but they are all here
They are all me
the laughing Weston
the crying Weston
the fighting Weston
and I judge
or yell
or ignore
or hold myself
all at once
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When people ask me what I do
I tell them I write
I write unpublished shit
a globber of gooey sticky shit
I literally unbuckle my belt
push down my pants
and shit on my computer
This is my profession
I am a professional computer shitter
This is what I do
yellow sticky puss
and for some strange reason
it makes me feel better
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Spiritual Convict
I am the anti-hero
He who everyone
is talking about
reacting off of
pissed off at
I am the slack jawed every day man
cold turkey on conscious
I am the male centered ego
uncentered
yet still connected
to the female interconnection
I am that guy
women rant about
and victims demonize
I am he
who is nothing
more unhelpful
than Sorry
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Theres this girl
whos coming to see me in Thailand
I was set up
Odds: one in six
Situation:
Train car from Chicago to L.A.
hadnt even left the U.S. yet
One girl many boys
Perfect moral vice
as if to say
you cant get the girl
Oh ya
Ill get the girl
Challenge:
Old man sits to talk to girl
pervert
Black guy sits to talk to girl
Hes chicken
I sit down
casual talk
power claim
I leave
Dark haired boy out of nowhere
left field
They start talking
she laughs
he leaves
Other boy sits
nervous
Dark haired puts bad taste in my mouth
I taste Rum
Rum!
The king of Alcohols
aphrodisiac in lounge car
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In comes girl
We talk
We sit
My fingers touch her hand
Her hand grasps my palm
We kiss
Set up
I was set up
Perfect moral vice
as if to say
the girl whos coming to see me in Thailand
isnt
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AIMLESS
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Aimless
Aimless
Im so fucking aimless
but thats the aim
like the whirling needle doing subterfuge in compass style
before North is found
like Muslims to Mecca
or the direction of Jewish graves to the holy land
So I wait patiently
crawling caterpillar I am
ebbing slowly leg by leg
up tree trunks whose end
are myths of leaves and cocoons
I fuzzily trod having faith in transformation
that death kills
meditation illumines
love likens in crevices upon igneous rocks
Faith if you share your story
others will relate in kind
The universe is more universal than stockbrokers predict
I have faith if we settle our minds
like pebbles fallen to the creeks bottom after a frog stirs
peace leaves a motel vacancy inside
where exotic gypsy travelers come to spend the night
Ones like
rock stars
super heroes
perfect lovers
and demigods
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So I went to the Sage
the one who is one
with the Divine
and I asked the Sage
Who are you really
and the Sage said
I am the soft hearted dreamer
who invented the cloud
I am the low hum in your soul
that allows water to flow
In every relax eyed child
you see me looking at you
I rule the realm of the subtle
The slight is my name
and every gentle worded whisper
is a sacrament made to me
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Vietnamese Sunshine
I dance on reflections of Vietnamese sunshine
toes tipping on nibbles of liquid light
I bath in waters purity
nourished in sunlights serenity
soaked in clean airs calm
I am a child of nature nurtured by old medicine
prayed for by ancient shaman women
ten thousand years ago
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Something slipped by me
It passed by
a phantom
a need
a sense of importance
Now I am still
In mundane depression meditation sprinkles
fairy dust upon my heavy heart
With reluctant guidance of the one word prayer Acceptance
joy opens into my inner house
If I did not meditate
I would stay bitter and hateful
killing brothers and sisters resentfully
cynically naming worlds broken
closed to grand possibilities of different perspectives
but I do meditate
Blessed by belief I bow in ecclesiastic inner prostration
to the bathing of my heart and mind
I am surprised that this little seed of faith
can produce a garden of love
Out of all my negativity and feelings of separateness
I am amazed to the point of submission
that in my overly cultivated field
I can still find
the treasure buried beneath my feet
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The Cool River On

The cool dark On river
simmers my tightly woven back
Cool air wears down sharp edges of my mind
I relax relying on noon sun
to soothe each and every possible worry
that has happened, is happening, or might come my way
I suspend in mid air dangling above pristine riversides
hand gliding on bamboo wicker balanced with bamboo poles
that took Laos forests a second to think
beautiful villagers an hour to concoct and me a lifetime to find
and oh how gorgeous these villagers are
coated in asian Mother Jungle
face bodies glowing like cosmetic manufactures
colonized invaded hundreds of years before
forcing every man, woman, and child to look beautiful
Boys and girls play like theyre paid
by some corporate toy company
advertising parents to believe how happy their kids could be
if kids grew up in this Laos village by the river
where noon sun soothes each and every possible worry
I am virtually suspended by laughter itself
that comes glistening from a childs voice I hear
as she baths with her mother
in the cool On river
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So I Went To The Sage # 2

the one who is one
with the Divine
What do I do
if I dont know what to do
and the Sage said
Doing nothing well
is better
than doing something
poorly
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Electric Attention
Id be kind to feel high
colors buzzing sensations shining
electric attention my head moves real slow
Id feel nice to drink a drink
liquor buzz making phenomenal worlds fuzzy
Clink my armor
Im deep subliminal.........
Wait
What am I saying?
What subconscious motive prompts me to escape?
buzz buzz
shadow lines contrast adjacent walls
corner tables suspend free floating soap squeeze tubes
in my no larger for a bed hotel room
My silly internal ear hairs satellite noise waves
from some next door neighbor watching movies way to loud
Hotel bed fabric freeze plays parallel kaleidoscope
into my cones and rods
passively loving the world
like a musician effortlessly playing sweet tunes
Why did I momentarily feel the need to destroy this
to escape
to die to my normal self
I dont fear waking moments
I call life as it is
I accept my pain and my pleasure as guests
allowing normal moments and past karma
to ram my body if need be
I dont fear life
I accept life
I beckon life
Mold me
Im yours
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Tribal Healing
From the finely woven backs of tribals
I contemplate the aboriginal sun
I awake in the cuddle of Mother Natures brown fairy people
air-drying me from all my first world corruption
I am surrounded by ingenuity
bathed in a simple lifestyle my people have forgotten
They say to run you first must learn to walk
Well, Im leaving my crutches
on the dirt floor of a family of tribals
tossing my bandages in a tribal brush fire
Im Kissing the sun
like it aint no big deal
and Im walking
like Im gonna run
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Prayer .45 of the Westonian Hymnal

I break weak pieces off me
like plastic pen clips
able to withstand
the durable duration of living
Leaving me strong and simple
matured
like a sculpture
rounded down from years of
weather
I am returning to form
free of superficialities
I am flying free in space
leaving my body
I warp zone light speed into light itself
Oneness pervades all
I have cracked the glass
All may enter
my bullet hole
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Drunken Astronaut
Like an astronaut
he speeds
through orbits of actuality
Actually
he drinks himself dry
in concrete rooms of midnight spite
In spite of his girlfriend saying something like
Sour lemons dont make sea turtles babe
He breaks bottles
like Neil Armstrong on power glide
gliding dirvishly over fuzzy yellow lines
proving something to someone in his mind
telling him
little boys dont speed
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Soul Lullaby
I hold a bubble of soap
between
my two fingers
that I inhale
with a startle
any time I think of you
I wander countless planes of existence
repeating lullabies to Star Children
who may or may not send my love to you
Star Children
Can I sing a song
for you to send to my lover
that you may or may not give
If souls
where apple blossoms
winding slowly
down to your toes
Id pick out thistles from your coat
and laugh how Id caught a bottle of Jinn
If I could remember your name
Id build you a house of fresh leaves
but I only remember your soul
and though that strength
glows my eyes awake
it leaves me a ghost
in my very own dream
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Can I Be Honest
Can I be honest
Ive been doing stupid things since I was born
Can I be honest
The first moment I awoke
I cracked my head upon the ceiling of the world
The first word I said was a word long dead
They thought I maybe using ancient chromosomes
Why would anyone love me
for my dull mind
my weathered skin
my aging hair
my heart beat in
Can I name the ways Ive tripped along the way
I dont believe my long line of carelessness
can be gathered in words
Ive fumbled hearts
Drunk vials marked X
I have no idea where Im gonna end up
Im a fool playing with star charts
graphing constellations in the night air
to be whisked forgotten by the morning
I place my hand upon soil centuries old
believing it to be new
The fierce noon goddess sun
everyone hides from
I kiss
and I actually believe shes kissing me back
How can you love someone like me
Im a fool
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My mind struggles to heave limits of adaptation
Clinking clattering chains weigh me down
My mind reaches in leather straps
pulling stretching leather
Can I bend my mind further
Will these straps snap
or will I stay
straitjacketed
strap fucked
between two poles
barking at the moon
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Sea Turtles
6 bike lights steam red
in the marshy countryside of a black starlit night
Single file we walk from village to shore
stepping upon government sand bags
exclusive forest department stepping stones
Trespassers will be prosecuted
Flashlights phaser from village groups
wonder looking across the windy Orissian beach
Thousands of dark low clumps streamline
onto sandy land and back into the Bay of Bengal
My tepid group follows behind me
Stop boys, this time I go in alone
I skip over eggshells and turtle bones
I do dinosaur hopscotch
over thousands of large dark moving enigmas
Im surrounded centered motionless in salty night
I turn my head uphill
my friends sleep
I face oceanward and the tricky moon rises 20 feet above my head
glowing movement into thousands of large olive green sea turtles
The air is thick with birth
The silence is loud with breathing and packing noises
Huffffffs and thummpps christen the air
I see a woman rising from depths Ill never go
Raising above liquid clouds
her thick strong neck muscles strain
digging her elbows into the coarseness
hauling her body up sandy slopes
She crawls courage
Resting pausing I stare into her eyes
In the stillness they are my eyes
She hufffffs like a sail catching wind
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Her flippers push onward

ignoring me she examines the perfect place to design a nest
Mood lighting is everything she says
pulling out blueprints thousands of years old
she digs gently cupping sand particles
the way I would cup sand particles
Her back flipper reveals bone structure of a hand
that looks like my hand covered in flipper
Piling buckets of sand castle walls around her
she digs a hole deep whose bottom I cannot see
Then she stops
Everything stops
Nothing stirs
Thousands of moving sea turtles
cease to exist
Her large shell covers the hole
like a priest anointing a head for baptism
She whispers the names of her ancestors
In anticipation I kneel behind her
and then I see
dozens of ping-pong balls covered in molasses two at a time
fall from her butt landing safely in the hole
At this moment
I crack
Eyes hung low mouth gawking
creation dancing smiling in front of me
pulling tears from my eyes
I lose my self fixated on a Sea turtle butt
Sand shoots sticking bouncing off my eyeball
and with the sting of sand in my eye I squint
to see mother filling in her hole
I close my eyes
feeling the warmth of her body
trying to tear pesky sand particles away
I forget the chilly 3 a.m. ocean wind
She fills the hole to a beach
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Thummmp thummmp thummmmp

her olive shell teeters from side to side
pounding packing sand smooth like she found it
Her sandy womb tight with life she stops
and slides away towards the moonlight
glistening from her shell and body
The waves of the oceans shore are calling her
The direction of the wind that brought her here
is now taking her away
Theres nothing left to do but wait 45 days and 45 nights
for my little soul survivors to swim to me she says
as she sea crawls ready to unrobe the sticky sand
covering draping her body like used maternity clothes
She needs a long bath soaking in some premium sea foam
Her front flippers dip into the sea
so nice so right
Waves wash away sand from her eyes
Her back flippers enter the wetness
and for a moment her head glides bobbing above the water
Then like a vision shes gone
She is ascending from the heavens
back home to the water currents
and turtle gardens of her loved ones
awaiting her babies to break free and join her
I stand in traffic of thousands of olive green sea turtles
flipper pushing past me
kicking beach upon my leg
I look uphill
my friends start to stir
I face oceanward
the morning sun rises 20 feet above my head
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To Find Love
Why did I walk into the desert
Why did I go into the woodlands
or into the wild jungles
or upon the high plateau with canyons below
Ive come to find love
The solitary bird cuts through the sandy wind
as the mellow dunes lounge back
lazily petting the whitish blue sky
I sit in cool sand hiding from the heat
in the shade of a thorn bush
and I think Love
Love created this sand
fine and smooth
Love created me
as I stick my hand
into the heart of the desert
Love is creation
Boulders meeting the wind
My eyes touching the sky
The ideas that come to me as I sit
waiting for the heat to reside
like nothing has a permanent identity
all things are interconnected
this which I experience Now
is transparent and infinite
All this is Love
The white fluff skipping across the dune wrinkles
this is also love
Love is everywhere
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So Much Trouble
I was climbing the high mountain
and the great cliff
edged before me
but I tripped
on a small
uneven crack
A giant boulder
sat unmovable
like a Sage
before me
but I stumbled
on a small insignificant stone
I am cutting
through deep dense jungle
The massive elephant I safely avoid
but tiny
fire ants
bite me
all over
ferociously
and the pain
is so intense
I want to kill
an elephant
for an ant bite
WHY
must something so small
cause me
SO much trouble
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I didnt start to stop midway kid like junior gloves
Let me process through this fully
dislodging blocked vessels of cardiac arrest
allowing fuzzy dice to roll where they may
Rocking chairs rock as boats dock
as I dismantle the ego builder
letting divinity bones drop
Sweet Jesus take this race car wheel I let go
If you dont take control crash bodies burn
and if this is a lie of my mind
appeasing my sense of purpose
I still let go
and even if I am not free
this race cars free
The process switch has reset
So you see the devil cant win
I pulled the plug
The game is rigged
and this time instead of the devil
I rigged it
Kill me
Im a bag of bones and wires anyhow
Im not real
Im a spirit
dancing on waves of light
kissing your mind
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With a syringe
full of serum
to save the world
I lay my head
upon my pillow
and fall asleep
Lost in images
of my mind
I dream cartoons
and fantasy pictures
I roll
unintentionally
pricking myself
with the needle I forgot
The Power of Suns
pour through thin channels
of awareness
and like
a bleeding bull
meditating
on the matadors
red flag
I open
my bloodshot eyes
and stare
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Patience
I would burn my poetry
for some pussy
No
Im going to kill
all those
who dont give me
exactly what I want
or bullet lodged gun
shoot myself in the head
or Ill join a monastery
or become a forest hermit
or maybe
Ill do exactly
what I know Ill do
and let this mood pass
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The Earth and all its cultures
is my home
The devil glances at me and says
You cant take from me what is mine
Sorry I say
your just my overactive sense of compensation
From the monkey filled jungles
to the winter woodland forests
to the village where my brown skinned family lives
to the cities of civilization
all are my home
Visit the realms of the gods and visit the hells
visit the castles of rich men and the huts of peasants
be a beast and a gentleman
be a coward and a hero
but know none are you
And thought it maybe hard
to be the totality of what you feel yourself a part of
have no worries
God is much too clever to let you fail
Believe
and you will have achieved the fulfillment of your soul
Believe
and you will have fulfilled the commandment of your heart
Because the Sages say
after you die
the timed release
of euphoric chemicals
of the finishing functions
of your dying brain
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experience in mental form

your god
who will heal you
into the translucent clarity
of primal divinity
All your hard work
will be magnified in your death
Where once you felt small
you will stand large
Believe
and be one with your god
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And I said to the devil
Youre not a reflection
youre a reflection of a reflection
Then the devil instead of standing
huge and bloodthirsty
before me
shown on my heart
Then Nature said to me
Youre not the original image either
Youre My reflection
Then I
instead of standing separate from Nature
was Natures heart
The elephant graves and camel bones smiled
The wood trees and green leaves giggled
I entered the heart of myself
and I stand
invisible
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I woke up
on the edge of my death
and found I had new life
With this new life
I am given new dice
I freely throw in the air
aware I dont control the outcome
like I didnt control the last
I freely give up moments of stability for sunshine
Not that sunshine is here or isnt here
I only know I shouldnt bury treasure
that should be shared
In my past life
the poet I was
produced pouty faces to the world
but I died that day
I cried blue rain
in a hotel room
with spotted walls
and open windows
that youll never see
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IF I WAS A POET
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If I Was a Poet
If I was a poet
Id tinsel childrens shoes on ABC Street
Id paint forest green with my heart
and cry every time a tree fell
Every fragile relationship I have
Id call mercy
and worship it with worries and whisper worries
and do worry whisper worship
If I was a poet
Id call down the god of my heart
to kiss your nose
and fill you with feelings
to make a child smile
Id be subtle like honesty
with crayons and a paint brush
trying to say something like
The beauty of creativity
is a free mind
but Im not a poet
Im just saying
if I was
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The Terrorist
I see a terrorist
I chase him
down the dusty streets
through the bazaar
around vendors
bumping locals shopping
I grab him by the arm
I throw him against the wall
I look into his eyes
The terrorist
is me
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The Liar
The Liar slip spins through shadows again
He prays a liars prayer on bent knees
The fortunate son is doing whatever he wants again
because the majority believes
The Liar has won
He has lied his way to victory
He defeats all opponents
He must feel proud
knowing he has won his game by lying
Lincoln hangs his head low
Honesty was not enough
The Emperor does indeed wear invisible clothes
Two wrongs do make a right
and the Majority loves lies more than truth
They hurt themselves believing they are being healed
Honesty hangs her head low
She has been proven wrong
Lying is good
Liberty looks at her hands in sorrow
The red white and blue fading
His game is our reality
His smirk our poverty
His ignorance our war
Our sorrow is his strategy
We are duped
The Liar has won
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the one who is one
with the Divine
Who am I
and the Sage said
Explorer of the regions of Consciousness
realize you are Consciousness
exploring the regions of Consciousness
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Journey To The Sage

Splashing through hot springs
sliding through weeds
climbing over boulders
crawling under vines
I journey deep into the heart of the jungle
deep into the heart of myself
to find the Sage
and ask questions an answer is ready for
The Sage is a master of the most powerful magic
intuition that humbles my own crude thoughts
The magic of the Sage is invisible, unpredictable, limitless
Hard to comprehend are the ways of the Sage
and though the black magic of bad lifestyles is strong
the innate power of the Sage is stronger
I always come back
because I know
the more I listen to the Sage
the more of the Sage I become
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Something smells of wood chips
or burnt popcorn
The smell of sewage
no one else smelled a day ago
is gone
Now I smell something like perfume or musk
or is that the Chinese tiger balm
coming from my shirt
that I rubbed
on my chest a few days ago
My nose is sensitive like my heart
sensing subtle sensations other people ignore
but if my nose loses its ability to smell
it doesnt matter
my sensitive heart
is my greatest treasure in the world
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The angel of civilizations might is awesome
His fierce human face
covered in brown wavy beard
With his broad Hawk wings
and powerful Mesopotamian body
he guards the Leader of the Nations
I silently walk into the Leaders chamber
but the angel stands huge before me
hard calves
taught muscles
downward glaring glance
Who are you in the Leaders chamber
I do not recognize you his bellow echoes
and with weapon
fast as thought
he strikes at my skull
and stops
You do not recognize me
because I am not of your spirit I say
and on both sides of the blade
that hang deadly above my ears
appears two giant hands
From behind me wild spirits of the Earth form
The Spirit of Peace is so vast
only his hands which hold the weapon can I see
The spirits of the wild beasts
snarl their teeth at the angel of civilization
eager for paybacks
and finally the spirit of the Sage enters
and with the Sages stare
all visions dispel
The fierce angel of civilization
the wild beasts
the Spirit of Peace
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and even the Sage himself

is gone
All illusions disappear
and behold
the Leader of the Nations
the poor man
sitting meekly in his chair
holding tightly unto his bag of power and profit
Fear, fear
eyeing me bitterly
too ashamed to look me in the eyes
too afraid to move
I kneel beside him
I make him
look me in the eyes
and I walk away
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PART TWO
EARTH CONSCIOUSNESS
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HEALING RIDES UPRIVER
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I wore a mystical suit of blue
that tore through false inclinations of hope
I drove a car of white
that ran on air and breathed in the sun
I laid motionless
and cant really describe what happened
for there where no words in that moment
and when I awoke
healing was on my lips
healing was my thoughts
healing was my prayer
I tried to sin against Nature
I tried to will an idea of separateness
but none would stick
All was false in this system of doing
save Healing
And Healing
stood like a rock in the river
waves pulse rushing around it
by currents of selfish desire
Then it happened
something momentous
Healing like Jagarnath
wheels mud grooving the ground
supplicating the divine submission of devotees
Healing like divine mercy
like the heart of a hero to save
pushed forward against the current
Standing still was enough
but Healing actually pushed against the current
like a gyroscope
balancing the world to survival
like a force of nature
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a hurricane
a tsunami
the will of god
Healing swims upriver
and as Healing swims
it slows the rush
It cools the ring of fire
that fears to burn itself asunder
Healing slows the drive towards extinction
and I see true hope
The hope of healing
to rush the current to reversal
if not to stalemate the drive towards extinction
to completely reverse the direction of desire
from selfishness towards healing
Divine Blessing Divine Mercy
The healing bowl floats upstream
and as it floats
it takes with it my hopes and my heart
This blessed bowl
takes with it
my body and song
I am glowing in the light of the moon
This is true hope
Healing rides upriver
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The Deer Park Song

My soul sings with Nature a natural chorus
Truth is not found in the city but the woods
with the deer, chipmunks, and crocodiles
In the morning dew the birds welcome the sun from behind the fog
and my heart quiets itself in Buddhas Gethsemane
In the distance behind the trees
past the colored peacocks
stands the first Spot where Buddha taught
In this moment all things make sense
amongst the wild animals and forest
Lord Buddha shared his compulsion for Healing
and when one wandering Sadhu understood
the Connection of Consciousness reverberated
throughout the Cosmos
I sit 10 miles from Varanarsi
the holiest most ancient most revered city in India
and the Buddha came here
amongst the trees and whistling birds
but I dont mean to reflect on the past or of cities
My soul sings alive a natural chorus
the grass, the roots, the sky, the lake
My soul sings with the bugs and the leaves
the spotted deer and the mangoes
My soul sings like this is my garden
like I am Buddha and this is my deer park
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Ive been holding my breath for weeks
from the noise and dust
from the smoke and rust
and I breath deep from my gut
My lungs stretch Herculean Hanuman full
and I inhale green tree peace
and organic sky
I cry because it feels so good
and Ive been holding my breath for so long
longing to relax into my true nature
looking to not shield
each and every possible worry
that seeks to steal my Sita mind
I take refuge in the Buddha, Dharma, and the Sangha
I take refuge in the Healer, Nature, and the Tribe
I take refuge
like refuge is protecting like Rama
and Shiva sitting on back
smoking some ganja
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The Natives and me

My spirit mingles with their spirit
My ancestors mingle with their ancestors
My history mingles with their history
and no longer are we different
but we are not the same
We are something new
a new creation
Different from before
something good
something healing
Nege in Kutia
means both Healing and Good
They are the same Word
and this is what we are
Something new
A new Creation
We are Nege
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The World Tree

From where I sit yogi style
deep within the Earth the roots of India flow
digging deep until they touch the roots of my home
The central axis of the world
where Americas roots touch with Europes
and they become one tree
connected by one root
The self same root of the World tree
that meets at the center of the Earth
and like the Indian Banyan
this tree connects the ancestors
to slide deep down within the Earth and mingle
The ancestors are swapping stories and clothes
They are placing each other upon each others alters
and worshiping each other as equals
The million year separation is over
We are allowed to return to each other again
Our exile from our home
as one family
is finished
We are connected by deep spiritual roots
that have traveled a million years into the Earth to find one another
Lost brothers and sisters
have finally reunited
The world tree is one
Mother Earth is one
with different manifestations
different geographical incarnations of the same Earth
and the Natives of America
and the mystics of India
and the old pagan blood of Europe
make something new
they make me
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The ancestors shake hands and smile

Theyve been trying to clear up this confusion for so long
A lack of communication and a dogmatic beast
has blocked their path
but open hearts and patient perseverance has won
and now they are as they should be
as they were created to be
One
Different manifestations
of the same ancestor
just as you and I
are different manifestations of Human
just as your roots dig deep into the earth
and connect with the self same tree
that reveals that your tree and my tree
that their tree and our tree
are the same tree
The Earth has succeeded
in unifying herself as one
and it is as it was
We are the diversity
of the Earth
and the diversity
of the Earth
is us
We are the Earth
unifying ourselves
as one
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Within myself
I create Mountains and Streams
I grow deep dense forests
Flat areas can be manipulated and controlled
but peaks and valleys
floodplains and boulders
rivers and thick forests
protect
from Ignorances ambition
to domesticate and consume me
like beef or rice
is nice to the taste
of the tongue of the Beast
A smooth plane of my mind
is easily conquered by Empires army
of inflexible ideas
A flat place is a dying place
unable to fully love
because the multiplicity of truth in me
has been cleansed of diversity
and all that is left
is a simple program
an indentured servant
replaceable
easily killed
and very common
but mountains of my mind
that man cannot mow
flower diversity
and resist homogenizations
exclusive god of hierarchy
Flood streams of your Soul
Evolve peaks of your mind
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and Birds and Tigers

Monkeys and Squirrels
Deer, Raccoons, and Owls
will sing loudly Alive
You will inhale Creation
Exhale Survival
and from you
will flow
a river of life
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I sit in a hidden woodland
and I see the trees of India
gather around Mountains and Streams
for protection
I see once great tribes of trees
in small bands huddling for safety
around the Mighty Mountain Goddess
as lovely rivers of nutritious sweetness
spring forth and flow from her head
Surrounding my Oasis of Nature
lay forest graveyards
with savages picking the carcasses
of once great old growth forests
The Aborigines who once lived in harmony
with the ancient forest tribes
feel the shockwave of the encroaching
plague of Civilization
They feel the pressure to
unharmonize
disconnect
and break the bond with their Mother
So fragile
this ancient landscape
like a face of the eternal can be killed
with a bad dream
In America
I bask in the precarious protection
of floodplains and creeks
but in India
I bask and sigh in unison
for here
there is no protection
The great mountain streams take a last stand
to protect the forest children in their care
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I see deforested hills

I see the low lying brush of a dead forest
Look what Consumption and Progress has done
India was once a tall woodland jungle
I sit in one of the last dark forest oases
in mainland India
Let it not come to this
I huddle by a stream in a hidden valley
Ive got greens of every color
Ive got seasons for every year
Ive got rivers of healing and love
I need your protection
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Soul Believer
Capturing moments of lost sun
I sweat my sins to oblivion
Soul child they say
as they float with me in the ether
I say ya?
and the sky opens a soul slit
God takes me off guard again
and Im a deer in headlights
My mind is a pinhole
and my thoughts stay dormant
in their synaptic holes
Soul touches Soul
and Im a believer raining wetlands in Africa
dew that lays motionless on the morning Savanna
until Im drunk from a well
by a villager in thirst
happy to share in the eternal communion
of the cyclical soul
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As I sit in the park of an Indian city
the red Sun falls down upon me
and coats me brilliant in its amber
They say the time between day and night
there is an opening the soul can see through
My soul has peeked through this hole
and as the blood red Osiris eye of a sun
unlocks the doorway between the worlds
a gaggle of Indian children surround me
and my poem of trans-dimensional splendor
is transformed into an Indian TV show for pubescent eyes
watching the funny looking white man
write something scribbley in his diary
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I spy a Healer
Star blazing quiet moments
I slam my peace into the Earth
A seed to birth a lotus tree
Free from the disease of the domesticated beast
I pearl my teeth unto the Sun
and bite the Air
and my stomach churns
the discipline of the Healers touch
A Healer is a Human
with compassion filled eyes
and twigs to make an ark by
This man needs a heart
This man needs a brain
The Healer looks around
I spy
a wire, a bone, a spider, a wave,
a change in temperature, a feeling, a thought, a cloud
Now how can I heal this person
with these tools
at my command
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Sorcerer CEO
and the sorcerer with smoldering eyes
spun a lie to deceive a child
he got the vote and cut their throats
and lived in style
he made a potion of mental magic
that perplexed the masses
to get their money he chiseled a smile from roman guile
from self help books he bought online
he turned his friends into credentials and credit
everyone became an object or a balance
and when he died he transferred his power
to the poor souls he inspired
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Golden India
Do you smell that?
Mmmm, it smells so good
its the delicious smell of urine
In the hot dry warmth of a scorching heat
1 Billion people take a piss
Where does it go?
It goes nowhere
Could you swallow 1 Billion liters of piss?
Neither can good Mother Earth
The smell of Urine
Its what I love about India
Weather standing on the side of the road
or riding the train
Urine
the smell haunts me still
Do you smell that?
We must be in India
It smells like piss
The ancient sages had it right
when they invented the open sewer
In India you can pee anywhere
and it smells
Pee on the side of the wall of the local merchants shop
Pee in an open gutter
Pee in some holy Indian river
It doesnt matter
Just extend your pinky finger
in the National Indian symbol
for taking the number 1
and someone will point you
to where you can pee free
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The one who is one
with the Divine
How will Humanity end
and the Sage said
I saw the Sun explode
and the Earth die
but Humanity became
a Shaman Sage
able to walk into Space
and survive forever
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Gnostic Stanza
Let all my self inclinations of power pleasure
created from a loneliness
whose origins I can never know
empty into the gnosis
of the Intimacy of Life
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the one who is one
with the Divine
What religion are you
and the Sage said
My religion
is whatever mood Im in
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the one who is one
with the Divine
How did you become who you are
and the Sage said
I asked Mother Earth
what she wanted me to be
and Mother Earth said
A butterfly
floating in the wind
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My sadness is intolerable
America wake up
wake up from your nightmare
there are birds outside
freshly fallen snow
children are laughing
America Wake up
your screaming at phantoms in your head
your running from dream villains
your sweating cold and tense
Wake up
the silence of your forest christens poetry
family and friends call you to dinner
I call you
my good friend
Sit down and chat with me
Lets talk about college days
or our first love in high school
Lets talk about when our ancestors came here
or laugh about some comedy we saw last night
America my dear friend
where are you?
Who are you becoming?
I know you
I know your soft heart
a feeling heart phantoms seek to steal
this is all we got
this soft feeling heart
if we lose this
all we are left is a machine
Cling to this goodness
this tiny gentleness inside you
If you lose this
you lose everything
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you lose yourself

My darling
Im here for you
Wake up my dear friend
take my hand
the birds are singing
the snow is crisp
the sky is blue
your family and friends are waiting
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Softness
There is a Softness
that pervades the universe
that we abuse
constantly
There is a Softness
inside ourselves
that feels
like an endless cloth of silk
So soft
wherever you touch
it is
This must be how Buddha felt
how Jesus felt
how Natives feel
to sit alone in the woods
and experience the interconnectedness of Life
I want to guard this feeling
lock it in a tower
place it in a monastery
far from my constant abuse
Why do I abuse this softness
For what
This Softness is Lifes goal
that I say I am searching for
Its not that I need to find it
I need to protect it
I need to realize
that this Softness
I continually sacrifice
is that which I seek
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Awakened Sorcerer
The Sorcerer looks up surprised
How did I get here
Where did all my healing go
Perplexed eyes blinking
trying to wink away the sleep
I can barely see the blue sky
The sky was blue just yesterday
What happened to me
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There was a strong man
of virtue and steel
who protected a baby innocent and pure
skin like rose petals
hair like fallen snow
and a gaze like the morning blue
The strong man saw a fair maiden lush
laid down his steel and rushed
leaving the baby alone
with a wolf cunning and vicious
who cut the babies skin
In shame and penance the strong man cut himself
and swore never to leave the babys side
To any who came along
the strong man threatened their lives
He carried the baby in an iron crib
under a black veil
to protect the baby
from the cruel and heartless world
But under the black veil
hidden from the strong mans sight
slipped a voice whispered by the wind
Claim your power
and the babys scar disappeared
And as the strong man walked
with the baby cage in hand
he heard a slight crisp voice
Strong man
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He looked to the sky

for it sounded as if the Heavens had opened
Strong man
But the voice did not come from the sky
it came from the crib
Pulling the veil aside
the baby looked into his eyes
Strong man,
you have protected me for so long
while I was vulnerable and weak
but my scare has healed
I no longer need your crib
and you no longer need your shame
I have claimed my Power
And the small child stuck his little finger in the air
and like a brilliant moon on a dark night
his little hand began to glow
Now I will protect you strong man
and I will be your safety
because the soft and pure the virtuous protect
become the protector of the virtuous
Follow me strong man
no longer will you lead me
Lay my feet upon the earth
And as the baby walked
flowers blossomed at his feet
and the strong man followed
for to leave the baby
was to lose his himself
and to force the baby
was to harm himself
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The baby taught the strong man

amazing things he never knew
like the world isnt so cruel
strength really fully follows softness
and wolves can never be killed by the strong
but only tamed by the pure
And the day came
the strong man died
and the baby
became a strong man
who protected a baby
innocent and pure
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Great Souls
Liberated Souls
Unseperated Souls
My body tremors to your thought
This vigilant separated soul gives you its honor
The multiplicity of Human is One
and so is our virtual experience of Consciousness
Our true Nature yearns for us
to consummate our realness
and shed our soldiers gear of bondage
Great Healers
You dedicated your lives to end Suffering
What can I do for this Greatness but weep
What can I do but fill my chalice
with my tears
and toast you my life
You oh Great Shamans
Who lived like Nature
You oh Great Shamans
Who heal beyond Death
Usher me into your experience
Let this struggling Sage speak one word of your beauty
Let me share one vibration of your energy
Let me bathe in one pool of your purity
Let me cure with just one ounce of your medicine
What more can a devotee ask
but to have the audacity
to pray for Healing of the Human Race
to pray for Healing between us and the Earth
between Humanitys delusional separateness
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and Lifes beautiful connectedness

Immortal Healers
the difference between you
and Immortal Healing is our mental form
Not your experience
Do not leave us in this age alone
Let the history that you lived in Human form
speak in this age of compartmentalization
in this age of division and mistrust
Clothe your truth in the dominant language of the age
and speak to us in a way
that cannot be denied by the skeptical
and captures the heart of the average
Great Spirits
Colonize us with love
let it start here with me
Let it start with this land
with these people
I call for the highest bid
Let this boon be mine
I ask you Great Souls
Let this song
be gnosis
In your eternal limitlessness
my weeping heart sings
Auuuummmmeeeeennnnnnn
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EARTH CONSCIOUSNESS
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Earth Consciousness
Everything
is alive
and this
is who I am
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Solar Solace
My limbs hang
heavy down
though the leaves
are light
Why must dirt
cover roots
and why are leaves
falling down
Virgin soil
meets a weathered sky
and the crickets
vibrate in agreement
Cities and farms do
surround my timid woods
and my heart is heavy
like an old hope
promised in death
but spider webs are shimmering
in the light of the rising Sun
Lonely like a god
glows the power of the Sun
Im not a bitter man
just give me virgin soil
and an open mind
but the Sun
Yes the Sun
through the trees
She is my poetry
The answer
to my calling heart
The Divine Sun
She is my relief
my rebirth
my rescue
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I Got a Fever
My freedom is contagious
and Im spreading my fever
through the streets
I got love like a virus
and I cant keep it to myself
When I breathe
you breathe in my illness
the illness the Demiurge disdains
Im sick to the taste
of the tongue of the beast
like bitter medicine
Ayahuasca of the soul
is what I am becoming
My very pores ooze elixir
I cant comb it out
I cant brush it from my teeth
I cant wash it from my skin
One hand
I dig into the Earth
the other
disappears
into the ether
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Forest Slumber
He sleeps in the woods
Tulips kiss his eyelids
and wild flowers touch his toes
He is a child of Nature
nurtured by good medicine
In his slumber
Hawks and Dragonflies
Chipmunks and Deer dance
He has escaped into the woods
and finds refuge with Caterpillars and Hummingbirds
Civilization does not know him
He has vanished from their radar
He sleeps in the woods
Washing his brain in the rain
and drying his soul in the sun
and in his dreams the trees speak to him
and cleanse unnatural thoughts from his mind
Let him sleep
for in his Shamanic dreams
lie the salvation of Civilization
Let him sleep
for when he awakes
and rises from the woods
He shall heal the world
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Buddha Earth Logic

The Buddha walks into the woods
eyes tipping on nibbles of liquid light
His sound serenading
soaked in the birds of the forest
He forgets himself again
He is Shiva wild and free
He is Jesus Christ absorbed in his garden
He is the Mother Goddess milking her bosom
He is the florescent green bug
that lands on his hand
He has emptied into the transcendent
Omnipresent Soul again
and he is the fuzzy brown spider
and the emerald forest floor
He is the Transcendental Shaman
healing Consciousness
by emptying all ideas of separateness from his malleable mind
With the Earth bearing witness
the Buddha walks into the woods
washing his body in the breeze
cleaning his feet in the mud
and clothing himself
in a robe of Earth Logic
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Poet Earths Cloak Of Many Colors

On me flow
ages and ages of forms
a continuous reincarnation
of life into life
Death is my health
Adaptation is my art
I am Poet Earth
and I wrap my poetry around me
in all the creativity
of a million ages
and a
million forms
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Chullachaqui
I meditate in the rain forest
before I sleep
Sloths and monkeys
dance around my head
and a mesh net protects me
from horse flies and mosquitoes
Chullachaqui
King of the Jungle
with terrifying face
asks me why I am here
I present him Shiva
and Chullachaqui
mouth gaping wide
full of crooked pointed teeth
smiles
and protects my slumber
I awake to a screeching
monkey tug of war
as Amazonian birds
fill the air endless
with tweaks and whistles
I have slept in the heart of the Earth
My post modern dreams
have been bathed
in the birth where life began
I have ventured
into the thick
and I am rewarded
with the honor
of kissing trees
tasting my true nature
and waking
in the Wild Ones home
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The tiny tree frog

I am surrounded
in the ingenuity
of tree frogs and ants
treetop cicadas and heat seeking mosquitoes
The tiny tree frog passes me by saying
We are free
All of us
You too
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Earth Marinade
Summer Sun I run
Through the trees I breeze
and land in a meadow
of deer and cherries
Yoga yokes the sun to my spine
and my sensations
are psychic astronauts
dancing on ancient light
Im a sprite
zig zagging
in and out
of holy forest leaves
landing upon a citadel of green
The forest is my cathedral
and I gladly take any position
of this church
Deacon
Priest
Layman
I accept them all
as I float down stream
water bubble rippling around me
silking my skin
In the cool crisp water
I celebrate
how good I feel
to deal in crickets and wild grapes
in sunshine and shade
In the Wild
I marinade
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Nothing Has Changed

I am the boy who lays in the grass
While everyone works
I lay in the sun
and my Grandpa says
Nothing has changed
and my Mom says
Nothing has changed
and I say
nothing has changed
I still lay here
sun goldening my skin
lightening the tips of my hair
as ladybugs and dragonflies
twirl about me in the light
I lounge on back
absorbing
all the sunshine I can
watching sunbeams sparkle
into exotic blessed forms
Im still here
writing poetry
reading ancient religions
sketching the connections of the cosmos
Nothing has changed
and I hope
in seven generations
there is a gold haired boy
laying in the grass
wonder looking
reading
and writing his soul in a notebook
If you see this Sun worshiper
of a new age
know that he is me
I have not changed
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The Healer
He is greater than any king or president
He is wealthier than the wealthiest Banker or CEO
He is smarter than any professor or scientist
He is holier than the holiest priest or minister
He is stronger than any soldier or warrior
He is the Sage
the Shaman
the inside and the outside of you
He is the steel bolted tresses of bridges
and the leaf coated floors of forests
If you do not know him
you do not know yourself
for he is the best inside you
He represents the Earth
He is the Healer
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The Neonative
The squirrels
and groundhogs
and foxes
and hawks
no longer see me
They act as if
I am not here
I am camouflaged
in the forest
Nature
has placed
her smell on me
My hair
smells of fresh leaves
and my skin
smells of trees
The sooty
solid man
is gone
The Earth
has washed
the stink
of Civilization
away
and draped me
in the colors
of herself
The wild animals
no longer see me
They see only
themselves
I am
the neonative
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THE STING OF WINTER
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The Sting Of Winter

I breath in frost
and exhale steam
Father Christmas coats me with his miracle
Change
Change the Lord of Winter says to me
and a sprite
deep within snow-laden soil
ushers in me
glowing me green with vines and flowers
A promise of the coming Spring
I could crouch out here
and stare at the snow for hours
just to know that Spring will come
to know that my dead dirt
will create life
I will feel the sting of winter
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The crisp cleansing stillness of the forest
covered white with snow
The heartbeat silence
conquering all sound
pulling revelations back into my body
as the forest sleeps
The silver sparkles flashing off the cusps of snow
and the squiggly brown branches arching to the sky
This is what Christmas means to me
Blue Christmas bulbs tether from wild outdoor pines
as heaters blaze warmth inside my home
We sing Christmas songs and gather together in winter parties
and place images of Jesus and Santa everywhere
on our minds
on our clothes
on our children
Santa the Christmas god of the young
like the Esoteric Gnostics or the Vedanta Hindus
going deeper than Form
the Son asks his father if Santa is real
and at age 8 the Father knows he needs to tell the truth
that Santa is the Spirit of Christmas that lives in our hearts
If Jesus is God
than Santa is the Spirit of Winter
the cold time when we must congregate to stay warm
when we must share to survive
Old Father Winter
blows in Mother Water from the North
in the form of white fairy dust
coating all in her quite communication
and we give gifts
because we love each other
Christmas is an excuse to give
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an excuse to release
our pent up hearts
bursting with hungry love
Thank you Winter
Thank you Family
Thank you Friends
I will not make it without you
I adore you
Take a paltry gift
that wont quite be able to convey my love for you
This is what Christmas means to me
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Mystic Santa
Santa walks slow
in the snow
and sits silent
upon a log in the woods
in a snow storm
Why does Santa stare
at the surface of the snow
Why does he let frost kiss his nose
and powder fill his boots
Snowflakes encircle Santa
like a snow globe shaken
and from on high
upon a pine
a little snow spirit
blown by the wind
floats down
and kisss his eyelash
and melts in his eye
and Santa smiles
a big long cheerful smile
and with a flick of his wrist
he puts his finger to his nose
and wwwoooosshhhhhhhhhhh
in a circle of sliver fairy dust
that spins into the sky
Santas gone
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Saint Nicholas
perch your pagan ways upon my soul
Let your cults cling to my heart
and your abstractions remember my mind a merriment
Small nimble nosed Clause
Rosy cheeked sprite
Merry eyed elf
Lord of Winter
I know you well
You who I fantasized about as a child
whose magic boggled my mind
and now
I see you
as Squirrels curl snug
in leaf nests in the trees
The silent forest says
Woodchucks share your furry warmth
deer huddle close together
animals of the forest
curl in love
in dens and holes and logs
and give the gift of yourself till Spring
I must clean myself
All this colorful noise must cease
and just for a season
I must meditate
I must let Santa Clause
clean a space
for me to create full and new
Santa Clause
my giver of love
the never ending need for others
He is the insatiable soil of diversity
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the unquenchable call of communion

Naked shivering in the cold
you will die
Let Winter remind you
that you need others
Squirrels need their Squirrel lovers
locked in towers of leaves and fur
Owls need their Owl lovers
pressed together in hidden holes in trees
and you need yours
hid in houses
cuddling together
with soft blankets made of Earth
This is the lesson of Old Father Winter
You need each other
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RAUUURRRRR
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Rauuurrrrr
Rrrrrrrrrrrrr
rrrrrrrr
Ahahahahah
Rrrrrrrrrr
Ahahahahah
Auauauauauau
Rrrr
Auauauauau
Rrrrr
Rauuuu
Rauuuu
Rauuuu
Rauuuurrrr
Rauuuurrrr
Rauuuurrrr
Ahahahau
rrrrrrrr
rrrrrrrr
rrrrrrrr
hhhhhhhh
hhhhhh
hhhhh
hhhhh
ahahahah
rrrrrrrrr
It feels gooooooooooooood
to be a Man
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Prove It
The Sun shines my soul
and suddenly
Im sorry for all my sorrows
My bag of bad tricks
My little pubescent life
fills my mind myriad
Scattered thoughts of suffering
fill my pot full
This little deranged existence
is onslaughted
by the peace of the Wild
The unwavering calmness
of the taught vine
the pink blossom
the sultry stream
My twisted little life of worry
and doubts and judgments and frustration
like a fierce Herculean Buddha
from the book of the Bardo
fingers me
Nature fingers me
with her buxom beauty
Her spiral nails
claw through
my lie of karma
my lie of causality and history
The great big lie of the Western World
is there is a history
for you to have a place in
Slap
the fish slaps
the surface of the stream
as Nature slaps my face to wake up
Wake UP!
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Wake the Fuck up

What the Fuck
Nature laughs
I grew this for you
and you play porn and popcorn
lust in lists of circumstance
Arent I greater than a daydream
greater than a momentary human desire
You are the Greatest I say
Prove it
she says to me
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I rump
feet planting
patting
the ground
my dirt
my home
knowing the Earth is my body
I chant
uncontrollably
My legs gallop
pounce and pound
like Pan in the woods
knowing the Sun is my soul
My beautiful gem
whose touch
giggles
my spirit to a smile
This interior flame
knows it is lit
from the flames of the Sun
and the trees know this also
as we reach
towards our Mother
in simple celebration
of the soul
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I Can Do Anything
I have been separated
from my family
my feeling of belonging
by a ten thousand year old curse
The Earth is my body
and the Sun is my soul
and suddenly I realize
I can do anything
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Sultry Nature
I have been locked
in a man-made tower
one winter month too long
and the Wild
will take the form of a beast
if shes denied
So I lay this momentary body
in the heat of the Sun
and let sultry Nature
rub her sweat all over me
Natures Nymphs are real
They nearly drown
me in their juices
and burn me in their heat
Nature coats the scent
of her naked body all over me
just to make it perfectly clear
to whom I belong
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My Many Mothers
I serenade the shade
but I sing the sunshine
Im not blind
to little yellow spiders
or Ayahuasca vines that twist
up and down my spine
out into the waking world
whispering into womens ears my wonders
Mother Ayahuasca loves me
and gives me gifts
to keep her inside me
and write poetry for her
Mother America loves me too
and gives me kisses and daffodils
as I lay in the sun of a slight spring day
She wants to keep me here
so she gives me lovers and flowers
and lets me know
if I leave
she will love me when I return
I have many Mothers
Mother India
Mother Germany
Mother America
Mother Ayahuasca
swims through my system
refusing to leave
These strong arms
feel good she says
This clever brain
makes me whimsical
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Little spiders sweat the sun with me also

spinning their poetry with me
as I spin a web
around my home
connecting connections
that have always been connected
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Noble Death
I the weak-willed poet
the ill-concentrated metaphor
the lackluster side show
call you
Bright Blue Orb
Your poetry adores me
My poetry bores me
So I throw myself into the fire of you
always tossing
my identity
into the refiner for you
and I am blessed by belief
that this little ego
still knows how to die
in its handbook
of a 101 ways to transform and go extinct
In all my weak-willed ways
Im blessed by belief
that this little ego
still knows how
to die a noble death
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Debtors Paradise
You walk around harsh places inside yourself
but you dont know where you are
I know this about you
because I know this about myself
I was lost
feeding the feminine with force
pushing my love on little girls
I was expensively miseducated
Billions of dollars were paid
for my high priced uneducation
I was one of those Kentucky Fried chickens
born with plump bodies and no heads
I was engineered for consumption
I wore gold earplugs
I wore a thousand dollar silk eye mask
My muzzle tasted like sugar and looked like diamonds
I was the most expensively made yes man in the world
Welcome to Debtors Paradise
where all wishes are fulfilled
All you have to do
is sign on the dotted line
work your life away
dont ask questions
and give ownership
of your mind, body, and soul
to the owners of Paradise
but beware of the Shamans
the Illusion Breakers
the Deep Touchers
the Dream Masters
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The Shamans say

Drink a little mind potion
clean your nugget in silence
brave in the heat
and breathe out power
You are an animal of awareness
a beast of consciousness
a powerhouse of perception
You can vibrate
the lives of others
with an intention
if you only had the will
to empty yourself
of plagiarized junk
and feel
and feel
and feel alive
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My grandma said
she saw God in a flower
mixing her soul to the Great Soul
like every multicolored tulip
has a name and voice
My girlfriend said
she felt the presence of the daffodils
dancing around her
like ballerinas in the spring sun
Purple wild flowers kiss our toes
and I stop the cosmic cycle of rebirth
to brush my eyelashes upon the sacred
and kiss the peddles of my lover
pink and white
curling outward
in swollen adoration
of the Sun
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Lord of the Forest
draped in robe of vines and leaves
Spirit of the Forest
pervading my heart
and running thorough my veins
Mother Forest
The weight of the world
presses down on me
It dulls my senses
and clogs my perceptions
Let me lay a wreath of Cardinals in your hair
Let me dress you in Raccoons and Bunnies
Let me sing of your beauty
Only this
will make me feel better
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The Aquarian Dream

My Mother is the Sun
my other Mother is the Earth
and I am a child of freefall
born in wombs of expectancy
waiting for my age to come
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The Cosmic Mother

I stood upon the base of the sun
and christened the moon with my love
I bow in reverence a million miles
to grace my forehead upon the skin of the Earth
She is a plush fertile woman
and my tender solar fingers
brush through her garden hair
My love is her love
I give myself to impregnate
her with the feminine
Some say we are separate
but we are the same
Our bodies feel
the same way
a womans body feels
when you softly blow upon
the nape of her neck
Aroused the same way
when we breathe
in each others breath
our hearts lurking
in each others lungs
I spread my sweat across the cosmos
looking for a lover who knows my scent
They say a seed
doesnt grow upon rocky soil
but upon the surface of the Earth I thrive
Sunshine finds sustenance
in the womb of her lover
I am Mother Sun
Mother Sunna
Mother Sol
and I lay my seed in between
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the open legs of the Earth

I free my womanhood
upon the surface of the sky
in greens and blues and reds
I am the Earth
the envy of the galaxy
The solar gem
The cosmic crown jewel
of diversity into diversity
I am the endless birth
of the Cosmic Goddess
born from the Empty Totality
of Mother Consciousness
The dreamless state of existence
where all Mothers reside
I am the formless Mother
of all forms
I am the one woman
kissing herself endlessly
as if kissing endless images
created by the illusions
of funhouse mirrors
I pull back
and see for the first time in a long while
that all are my reflection
I am bewildered and comforted
to feel my native nature once again
my own true primal completeness
The busy world of illusion
is my divine vehicle for creative play
but even a goddess needs to take time to rest
and take refuge in herself once in awhile
So I sit and calm my eyes
cross my legs
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and stare serenely in a half smile

meditating in upon myself
equally entertained in my nonexistent nature
as I am with the multiplicity of myself
In my lonely sabbatical of sound
I meditate in the quiet
and
reverberate
my sacred mantra
hummmming
the essence of all creation
is the healing womb
of my silence
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Tired Tigers
Fucking drunk robots
Time sluts
Merry go round suicide pills
This salty system of desire
is asking me to give so I can give
pay so I can pay
Reciprocal sharings shot fucked
Now we must serve to serve
as the aboriginal big man said
in a documentary I once saw
If the timeless indigenous system of sharing
was stalled by a corrupted forfeiter
Id kill him
Now Im not advocating violence
but Arjuna before the battlefield
must fight
the spiritual battle
the tat sat chit battle
but dont get me wrong
songbirds sing
and the whirl of the world
is muffled by the leaves of the trees
If Im not separate from my surroundings
then I need to bath
in the patterns of bark
and the falling of flowers from trees
I need to hear celestial music
singing the divine
and create seats for people of Integrity
to encircle me
If Im not separate from my surroundings
then the cool shadows of the trees
that stripe the forest floor hot
must make me a tiger of the jungle
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and this tiger wants to lay in peace

and stretch the length of his body
and calm his mind
free from the wearies of poachers and cubs
Let me be
Let me be
free in the jungle
adorned by the falling
of honeysuckles
that coat my fur brilliant
Let me rest
Let this tired tiger rest
for tired tigers
get hungry
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Earth Worship
We worship the economy
but we forget Nature
We love factories and products and money
but we forget
Trees and Animals and Plants
We spend our time
focused on economic growth and investment
and we lose the peace of the Forest
We have gained the economy
but we have lost our Souls
of Streams and Mountains and Bird songs
We have lost the Mink and the Beaver
and we have gained cars and cell phones
For what
to move around faster
to be more entertained
What is all this worth
without Earth
Air, Water, Sun, and Space
Our news and rich men
and leaders and workers
worship the economy
I am not one of them
I worship the Earth
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Hear Me Growl
Tribal brothers
I am your brother
My soul is a thousand pagans wide
Deep within this heart
flows native blood
no cage can confine
no mind can bend
My soul is my tribe
my roaring masculinity
groaning about his Earth
called to protect her with his life
Deep primal growls moisten my throat
like a babies cry
and I am the fury of existence
the rage of life
the unadulterated anguish of rules and laws
having my hand held at bay
Let this world pass
Let these people die
Let these beliefs fade away
Let me roar in the woods
like my ancestors
Let me live like an animal
at least they do their part
to maintain the balance of the Earth
but we consume and proliferate
dominate and till
You be civilized
You be holy
Let me be in the earth and the ash
Let me wash myself in the creek
and freshen my scent
with the wind of the woods
I was born shackled like you
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These stinking shackles

slip from me
I am no longer living my life
by rules and obligations
I am the Earth
Hear me growl
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Mother Earth
I am Mother Earth
The crown jewel
of the Milky Way
The blue green orb
floating
in the black silk
of the Cosmic Ocean
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The sorcerer took the man
and lifted fear out of his soul
Look dear man
the sorcerer says
The fear is not inside you
It is outside you
It surrounds you
and the man bowed down
and worshiped
the golden god
he made
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The Cherubs Sing

I got some soul marching
turbo charging..
awwww man, let it be
Stop stuffing socks
down your jock
to make your cock rock
ok, ok , ok
Let me start again
Ive got these sensitive blues
Ever since I was born
my vibrations feel out trajectories
even before they are
I didnt make this silver pocket
Karmic forces beyond my facetious hand
crafted this soul body
like youre a new cellular body
every seven years or so
I am pushed to the brink of the Father god
who rejoices in my presence
and suddenly
I see something old in a new way
The Divine
is my dad
giving into me
looking out for me
I am his purpose
Great Father
intrinsically linked to all men
teach us your masculinity
teach us your love for the Mother
teach us our own beautiful
inner power
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our cock tower

that women place garlands around
and anoint with oil
chanting Vedic hymns
My cock is so hard
the cherubs sing
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Blues breaker
cock slayer
bandit taker
Humphrey Bogart
compose me a note
in Vedic hymns
I dont know where I am going
like a Silverback
stuck in a zoo
nothing to defend
but tourists with cameras
I make the child cry
because the angry baby
is better than my total defeat
in this jail of fake survival
National Parks are for pussies
place me in the wild
with untamed elephants
and lions
Let me smell of shamans
and people
who live with the land
Im not a fucking tourist
Dont you feel
like you cant quite be
what you are experiencing
Doesnt this make you mad
Doesnt this piss you off
or maybe it doesnt
The masculine
has been lost for a long time
Now all we have are robbers
and women
and fakers
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and jailers
We have no real men
Our culture hates real men
We have a desperately horney
tight cunt for a culture
who fears but secretly loves real men
What the fuck
What a huge shit obstacle
to manhood
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Wicker Baskets
She said, Wicker baskets!
I said, What?
She said, Wicker baskets!
I said, What?
She said, Wicker baskets,
Wicker baskets, Wicker baskets!!!
I said, Stop saying Wicker baskets
She said, WICKER BASKETS
WICKER BASKETS, WICKER BASKETS!!
I said, STOP SAYING WICKER BASKETS!
She said, WICKER BASKETS, WICKER BASKETS
WICKER BASKETS, WICKER BASKETS
WICKER BASKETS, WICKER BASKETS!!!!!!
I said, ..wicker baskets?
She said, WICKER BASKETS!!!
I said, wicker baskets
She said Wicker baskets!
She said, Wicker baskets
She said, Im sorry
for saying wicker baskets
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30 TRILLION BLOOD CELLS SINGING
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The golden Sun told me
the riddles of this life
but I ignored them
I didnt ignore them
I understood
like a feeling of comprehension
in my heart singing yes
but I was young
am young
Who knows
Oh Riddle of Life
I love you
and your golden Sun
I who wait patiently to listen
then pile burdens upon my shoulders
love you
I set out
I set out
I set out
to touch the wet tongues and colored toes
of my ancestors
and I love you
I set out
to relax my mind and bend
and I love you
Great Riddle
Set things in motion
Set the orbits of the worlds
in their proper cycle
and I love you
Thank you
for this body
this health
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this minimal wealth

and I love you
Thank you
for these bones
and this blood
and this skin
and these feet and eyes
and I love you
Great Riddle
Great Ruler
Great Fueler of ten thousand things
Your moment
of open aired everywhere
is 30 Trillion blood cells singing
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Mother Tao
The Tao
you know what it is
I give it my life
The Tao
you know what it is
I give it my self
Mother Emptiness
gives birth to image
Who can comprehend this
Who can comprehend
that all this form
all these colors and lines
all these curves and sensations
come form our One Mother
We can get so lost
in Mother Mayas
sensual curvy forms
but Mother Maya has a Mother too
Her name is Emptiness
and I lay my pen and mind
and internal thoughts
to her gravity
Men speak of destruction
and the end of the world
Women speak of fear and feeling safe
People speak of the end times
and theories of propaganda and pain
but I lay my self
to the gravity of the Cosmic Mother
Mother to the Sun
Father to the Cosmos
both Form and Non-Form
Who can describe her
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If my planet dies
if my family and friends cant survive
if I die in a million million ways
praying humanity to heal
I still give myself
to the womb of my birth
and I do not fear
Whether I am controlled by aliens
or by politicians
or by forces beyond my comprehension
I still give myself to Mother Tao
and skeptics and rulers
may be humored
at my resignation
but I love this life
that will blow and fade away
this mind
this body
this self
I love it
and though it will fade
I love it
and whatever egos try to control this life
they are from this life also
So I do not fear
All are my kindred
All are my brothers and sisters
Let my mind be clear
Let my conscience be calm
Let my life be lived in diligence and practice
and let the lives
that spring from this life
be blessed
In my lives to come
lay me down by a creeks edge
in supernatural compassion for all
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and attachment to none

Let me kneel by a stream
free from the compulsions of normal men
with nothing to prove
and nothing to overcome
and let me rest in perfect Buddhahood
and even if
Mara comes and offers me
the most beautiful women
the greatest sex
and a harem of lovers
with no moral vices
let me be free from attachments
and from the clingings of ideas
If Mara comes to me by this stream
let my only feeling be compassion
my only thoughts unexcited
Let me sing to the Water
and to Mother Forest
and to Mother Sun
and to Mother Air
because my soul sings
In my next life
allow me spiritual freedom
fortified by this lifes hard work
I will not give up Mother Tao
It is my duty to love you
right here and right now
May I benefit innumerable beings
for the sake of all
Aummmmennnn
Aummmmennnn
Aummmmennnn
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The Ornery Lover

Shifting this way and that way
I copulate this age of reason
glad I glared truth in the eye in the beginning
Let me be tumbled aside
Let my heart fluctuate between dreams
but I know none are me
In my minds vicious play
I guess its true
to be loved by me
is to love the soul of the ornery
and if you can truly
accept and love
this facetious
ironic
ornery
sacrilegious soul of mine
you are my true love
If not
walk me by
because the candy coat
that covers
my true nature
will only
bruise your pride
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Zeus
I gaze around myself
arms flexing raising upward
My focus shifting inward
I have many selves
but my primal spirit is power
Call me what you will
I am Zeus
power flexing
standing time still
attracting all to me
Women love me
they obey my intentions
I am their protector
My daughter is the Earth
She is beauty
and I bare my teeth
unto all
mad laughing insane
for her love
My wife is Constancy
mother of ten thousand things
She is Mother Of Us All
deep and mystic
She is my island
of the Noble Savage
in an ocean of Barbarians
and I am the Father god
masculine principle of the Divine
If thats what youll call me
I am Zeus
deep love
adaptable to all
protector of the Earth
Other men flee pain
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and hide from the light of the Sun

I burn my eyes white
and suck in the suffering of all
I am Zeus
and nothing is too small or too great for me
I am adaptation
I am human survival
I am the shaman poet
I am the empty mind
I am the power of burning suns
I am Zeus
and if you praise me in your mystic sight
as your own true inner power
I am you
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Woman In Love
A woman in love
is hard to describe
waiting for her lover
surrounded in a crowd
of adoring men
giving glances
fuming with pheromone hooks of attraction
She ignores them
as if they werent real
as if
they didnt exist
Her focus is for her love
She will graft herself around
what she loves
like a vine curving and twisting
she will absorb him
his habits
his hobbies
his childish idiosyncrasies
will become her resolutions
I dont understand you
woman in love
The way you quietly wait
for your lover
focused like a mantra
a deep meditation of your mind
Does his name repeat in your head
Do you worry if he still wants you
Do you fear the look in his eyes has changed
woman in love
but I love you
because of your love
I love you
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and when you spy him

your face flushes
and when he comes to you
and hugs you
you bury your face
into the nape of his neck
and hold it there
Hugging tightly
grasping his waist
you do not move
You are complete
fulfilled
happy
woman in love
but I love you
because of your great love
I love you
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My Meriah Body
I plow though my past
till I let go of the reins
holding arrows and axes
relaxing in the rain
Im a fox in the night
praising the beauty of many Mothers
Wont you come together my Mothers
Wont you hold hands my Mothers
Arent I your beautiful one
your rapscallion son
Come together my Mothers
and chant your tribal blessings
into my Meriah body
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There is a revolution coming
but this isnt the pacification of the States
or the fascism of Hitler
or the tired revolution of the Socialists
This is real danger
a revolt against civilization
and all its fucked up ideas
of progress
stratification
education and control
I blow the wick
that lights the candle
of the holy Roman cross
They say
warp your weapons
into plows
I go further
break and bend your plows
into sharp little pieces
to make arrow heads
and Mother Goddess figurines
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The End Of Empire

Empire
your time is done
You have licked the whole world
with your scaly hairy tongue
and we are tired of you
and unlike the Earth
unlike the Sun
unlike our Songs
you are not our mother
You are a misconception of maternity
You who have corrupted
the hearts and minds of us all
I derobe you
and reclaim some dignity
of our true mother
you hide behind
with your smoke screen cloak
of painful painful love
You are done
We see our true Mothers face
and even our true Father
and their glow
is so overpowering and holy
you with all your promises
do not compare
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MOTHER OF US ALL
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Mother Of Us All
Crawling spinning
round and full
you contain
ten thousand things
Arching growing
plump and round
you birth the births of us all
You are the vining spirals
growing inward and outward
infinitely
twisting and turning
eloquent and complete
Your harmony is diversity
Your oneness is multiplicity
You are the continuous inching
Infinite Spiral spinning
budding roots and capillaries
cosmoses and puddles rippling
You regenerate your life with life
spiraling in and out
great and small
You are the pregnant round
swollen breasted
teary eyed
Mother Of Us All
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Great Goddess of my blood
I am a warrior for your love
a wooly bearded
long haired warrior
Round supple
full of life
you are our survival
Give me the tribal mind
for our survival
Flush from me the false
and place above my brow
around my ears
upon my head
the crown
of the tribal primal
for our survival
Antlers swaying
arching
I am mad in love
I cannot be revived
I am your bride
swooning
dancing
you lead me
spinning
I am guided by
your soft soft
infinitely soft hands
I glide
mesmerized
enlived
peaking
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Im speaking
to my ancestors
and the ancestors of my ancestors
and brother and sister to my ancestors
I am adopted and adopted and adopted again
I have hundreds and hundreds
of mothers and fathers
Would I fill these pages with your names
My brothers and sisters
my fathers and mothers
your tender names are endless
Let me be a mad shaman poet
for your love and sing your names
Great Spirit
Great Mother
Great Father
Great Healer
Consciousness
Mother Water
Mother Earth
Mother Sun
Mother Air
Mother Space
Mother Mountain
Mother Forest
Mother River
Mother Universe
Mother Cosmos
Mother Rain
Mother Germany
Mother India
Mother Indiana
Mother America
Mother Kokomo
Brother and Sister Trees
Brother and Sister Plants
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Brother and Sister Animals

Your names are endless
and endless endless
Auuummmmmeeeennnnnn
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I am a hunter worshiper of the Divine
My ways
my wilds
my hair
my dress
I do in celebration
of the Divines favor
Celebration
Exaltation
I yell and dance
and stomp my feet into the dirt
My toes tipping
shaping the soil
the way she likes it
Im enthralled
possessed
by the splendor of Nature
the way the crisp air
cuts the morning haze of my lungs
Im in love with a mistress
infinite years old
Plants and Animals
weave around me
as I dance
with my friends and lovers
family and elders
around the ritual fire
We are Children of the Earth
We are the Human Race
We are
Worshipers of the Divine
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Spirit Of The Lion

Noble, Proud, Powerful
you say three simple words to me
Do Not Interfere
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Boommmmmm
Boommmmmm
He thrusts into the sky
Mother Natures
cock tower of love
perforated veiny
his bark etches
generations of life
He is the keeper of the forest
this giant mastodon
of wood and power
Im lost in a tribe of
needled giants
erecting themselves
in orgasmic fits
of solar exultation
My eyes feed
upon the ancients
My thighs
pound paths
through forest thickets
in a quest mythic
prolific
I absorb my home
and roam
because this is the way
my Mother likes me
My lungs
suck in the air
with care
My eyes tip on pine cones
placed especially
for the dancing
of my cones and rods
I rock the sun
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soaring through the trees

glowing my face golden
Im zoning
on flight of the spider web
as I sigh
whatever tension
was trapped in me
and a smile
has blossomed in me
and I relax
knowing these woods like me
Creepy
how I know
the woods are looking
inspecting
searching to see
if I can hold their power
I exhale
as the Sun sets
behind the Mountains
just like the way
I would draw a day
in Crayola
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Traveling Mythic
I am
the Traveling Mythic
and my life
is poetry in motion
I lay my head on pillows worldwide
I glide across this globe
like a child of every home
Im a Native to everywhere I roam
Im the Traveling Mythic
Some say God is dead
but I see gods everywhere instead
and Nature gives me the boon
of mythic sight
I am the Traveling Mythic
Some are locked in towers of lies
Some are chained to fears inside
Upon this world I glide
I am the Traveling Mythic
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People of the Earth

Ill tell you what
you go ahead and cut down the trees
Ill worship them
You go ahead and be productive
Ill be that kooky guy
writing poems about a tree
as your love for a tree
slams it to the Earth
Ill take photos
and be astonished and amazed
and when you die
you can be remembered
by your houses and temples
churches and buildings
Ill be remembered by the trees
Go ahead and do all you can
buzz sawing
to cut the hair from the Earth
Ill sit here
combing my fingers
through Mother Earths
long beautiful hair
telling her
how beautiful she looks
Do all you can
to make the Earth
a pasture
a field
a desert
because I am doing
all I can
to praise
the long beautiful locks of my Mother
and thank her
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for her wild natural beauty

People of the Earth
Go ahead
and shave my mother bald
because I am doing
everything I can
to tell her
I love her
just the way she is
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Me and My Baby
Do you feel the Earth
speak to you in your dreams
Do animals talk with you
and do the very forces
of Nature themselves
listen to you when you speak
If you do
you understand
me and my baby
When you walk
into the woods
do you feel home
holy like a temple
Do you feel your blood
weaving inside you
like sap through a tree
Is the Forest your refuge
If it is
you understand
me and my baby
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The Cosmic Spiral

I am the Cosmic Spiral
sprouting babies infinitely
You are one of my babies
another one of my spirals
sprouting spirals
I am you and you are me
like a wave
washing in the sea
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I am full of the Mother
spiraling in and out
of consciousness
sprouting endless possibilities
She maneuvers me
like a pawn
to heal Civilization
I rant libations
to the Cosmic Mother
Brothers
raise up your feet
Brothers
raise your voices
to the feminine forces
Civilization divorces
but we reinforce with power
but this flower aint passive
This potion has hours of power
that leaves hard men on their knees
purging their pants
shittin their britches
This medicine asks for love
from an unloving generation
and requires nothing less
than shedding your ego
at the hole of realization
and we are her spirit helpers
The god of War
the Spirit of the Lion
Jesus
Buddha
the Vedas
the Koran
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Civilization
and every other Masculine spirit imaginable
even my own ornery nature
are originally helpers
to the Mother Supreme
fertilizers of the Feminine
We have an ancient function
a sacred duty
to fertilize the feminine
with our protective love
our meat eating wild love
our mind focused
muscles flexed
honor bound love
We were created
to delight in nothing more
than watching the beauty
of the feminine unfold
before our very eyes
and take her rightful place
as Mother Of Us All
Great Mother
We have lost
our love for the feminine
We
your masculine spirit helpers
have lost our respect
our integrity
but I have regained it
and I am beaming with life
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Spinning spiraling
sprouting Sacred
in and out everywhere
Swirling cycling
seeding Sacred
Green Blue Black Red
Clear Brown Yellow White
Spinning spiraling
sprouting Sacred
I restore the Sacred
to everything
Walking thinking friending fucking
I reconnect the ancestors
to their rightful place
on the mantel of my heart
Dancing listening sucking humming
I restore the Sacred
Chanting praying singing drumming
All this is Sacred
I write
this is Sacred
I walk through the woods
this is Sacred
I sing songs to my Mother
this is Sacred
Spinning spiraling
sprouting Sacred
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Dear Children
Dear Children
I huff and pant and puff
in search of the Great Mother
I climb mountains
hike through forests
up paths
and if there isnt a path
I make one
Explore the Earth
Dear Children
walk lightly
and let blossoms and buds
and turtles and snails
be your education
Let friendship be your teacher
Nothing is more important
that this dear Children
to be a friend to the Earth
and to call the Earth
your Mother
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Mother Natures Son

His naked feet sip
between
blades of grass
He gazes downward
his eyes lost in the Earth
Mother Natures son
Content
he stands still
soaking in his garden
Brother and Sister trees
are speaking
surrounding him
he is silent
quiet
empty
He sits
his skirt
unashamedly dusty
gliding his finger through the dirt
unconsciously creating
archaic lines
that he brushes from the ground
with an open palm
waving to the soil
like a Tibetan monk
washing away a Mandela
He feels
the cold earth is gritty to my skin
The trees surrounding me
warm my spine
as I lean
upon their trunk
I am in Heaven
Jesus listens
lost
gazing at the ground
the grass sipping
between his toes
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Bones Of The Shaman

Dear Shaman
I have sat in the woods
I have drank the ritual drink
The women are my sacred sisters
and the men are my sacred brothers
I have met the Spirit of the Fox
the Spirit of the Deer
the Spirit of the Forest
I listen to them and they help me
Brother and Sister Trees see me
and they like me
I have a sacred woman
who sings with the trees also
Hello dear Shaman
Hear me dear Shaman
Were you filled
with the Earth, the Air, the Sun, the Water, the Space
Did you touch upon the Cosmic
and all the different aspects of Consciousness
Did you Empty
and were you filled with animism
the experience
that everything is living
which made you feel fully alive
Did you do this for the benefit of all
for the health of all
for the strength of all
for the survival of all
Dear Shaman
if so
bless me
with your boney touch
your ancestral touch
your grimacing smile
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that makes my masochism laugh

Oh bone face
what in you
lies the power and truth of the Healer
let it sober my ears mythic
let it animate my fullness
for my tribe and yours
My mind opens to a kindred soul
Benefit us ancient one
Benefit us now
for the benefit of all
In the name of the Great Spirits
I write
Auuuuuummmmmmeeeeeennnnnnnn
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The Sacred has been lost
and we must find it
We must find it
in the Sun
that warms our eyes to tears
in the Land
which inspires our minds to greatness
and we must find it
in our relationships
in our marriages
in our children
in our parents
in our grandparents
and we must find it
in the Water
that quenches our thirst flowing
in our machines
that help us celebrate survival
We have lost the Sacred
and we must find it
in our food
in our voices
in our actions
in our economy
and we must regain it
The Sacred is our survival
She will last us through the changes
the traumas
the conflicts
the bardos
She will survive the Ice Ages
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the holocausts
the wars
She will even survive
the end of Civilization itself
The Sacred is Survival
and we have lost it
We must find it
for the sake of all
I lay down my heart
my pride and my ego
before the Search of the Sacred
I will find it
and I will bring it back to share with my people
and we shall be a Sacred people
and we will live in a Sacred way
with the Earth
with the Animals
with the Trees
with the Birds
with the Rivers and Streams
with the Air
with our Bodies
with our Sexuality
with our Food
with our Houses
with our Medicines
We shall live with the Sacred
and the Sacred will be us
and I will find it
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Temple Of The Sun

I sit in the temple of the Sun Goddess
Round and pregnant with light
she showers hours of heat
to warm my face and fingers
I sit in a temple of Sunshine
and center
my sorrows and sufferings
my control and concentration
as sacrificial offerings
in the solar crown of my skull
and I smile
released from past cycles
of anger and desire
I sit in a circle of wood planks
sacrificial trees
inched beside each other
and pressed snug in the Earth
to celebrate the Sun
and success of generations of Sun lovers
and Earth Worshipers
Mother Sun
accept my sigh
and my smile
in celebration
of your success
at lighting my sight
spectrumed
with rainbows
and blue sky
Mother Sun
accept my sigh
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and my smile
as I release
my stress
My frustrations
cant compete
with your beauty
I sit in a open aired temple
constructed seven thousand years ago
by my ancestors
who lounged in the grass
leaning upon temple walls
telling stories
watching Mother Sun
swim across the Sky
I relax with my ancestors
in sight of our Mother
and soul a Sacred lifeline
7,000 years in the past
to the Shamans and simple folk
who fashioned this temple
with their love
and I see us dancing
around a bonfire
on a unusually warm
November day
We pray
with our feet
to feel the Mother
in our spines
We steal
another days light
from the night
We swim in a sea
of salty solar sweat
merged in a life
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that radiates universal

We are chanting
dancing
singing
drumming
Im humming
a love song
seven thousand years old
I
am a priest
of the Sacred
impregnated
with the power
of the Sun
soul singing
the psalms
of my Mother
crafted for me
ninety three
million miles
away
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I am just sculpting backbones
for more sophisticated minds
I want you to take these etchings
and paint prolific art
to astonish a generation
at the animistic beauties
of this life we live
Im just a devotee like you
but we sing the same soul you know
So sing your soul crazy
and make me smile
Sing your soul loud and full
till your voice is hoarse
and your wrists are tired of writing
Let your truth open your eyes open
your soul center bright with love
Sing like a beginner
and you will find
your song amazing
Im just sculpting backbones
I hope you
sculpt a sculpture
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Epilogue:
Im In Love
Her arms shift
and wave
into the waking world
What was hard for me
is easy to her slender touch
Her wrists and fingers
are my breathless adoration
Her slender forearms
are the white glow
of my eyes
and the terrifyingly
open fibers
of my skin
like the excruciating
release
of an orgasm
that empties
my deepest chakra
or the frightful
anticipation
to the drop
of a rollercoaster
until Im floating
in the freedom
of freefall
And with the ease
of her soft soft palms
she effortlessly
plucks my blackening blockage
from me
and feeds it
to the compassionate
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open mouths of the Earth

My heart is submitted
to the beauty of the vision of her arms
I
have seen
her arms
I have seen her arms
and their sight
is the deep relaxation of a meditation
My manly spirit
is amored
with the Feminine Divine
in the cusp of the waking world
The curve of her forearms
concealing slightly
peeking
she twists and curves
like vines
She is on the edge
of whisking through the walls
of this world
and healing us all
but more that that
Im in love
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PART THREE
WANDERING MYTHIC
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Biography Of Context, Dates, and Places

As a student of culture, context is important to my art. There are four
contextual influences that are fundamental to the composition of this
work: Nature, the discipline of Meditation, Travel, and Study. Nature
and Meditation are implicit in my poetry, but the intellectual and
geographical contexts are not. In the Recommended Reading List I
include the intellectual context in which my poetry was written and,
below, in Biography of Context, Dates, and Places I include the
geographical and chronological context.
Part One: In Search Of The Neonative
Esoteric: Sept. 1999 to June 2000
Contextual Notes: Chapter one was written during my first stay in
India where I began my exploration into the disciplines of meditation,
Eastern thought, and cultural studies. I wrote Esoteric after a deep
and powerful 3 hour meditation.
Title
Esoteric
Chasing the Wind
Mythical Love
Cain
Place
Kottayam, Kerala India
Cochin, Kerala India
Cochin, Kerala India
Kottayam, Kerala India
Prague, Check Republic
In Search Of The Neonative: Nov. 2000 to June 2002

Contextual Notes: All the poems except for one in Chapter two were
written in my hometown of Kokomo, Indiana. The Little Monk was
written after the completion of a 10 day silent Buddhist meditation
retreat.
Title
I laugh from my Groin
The Local Girl
Place
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
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The Little Monk

Rhythms in the Sky
Modern Day Daniel
Radical Kid
Shelburne, Mass. USA

Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Demon Lord Empire: Nov. 2002 to Oct. 2003

Contextual Notes: I wrote Spiritual Convict at the 2003 National
Rainbow Gathering that was held in the mountainous Wasatch-Cashe
National Forest. In Gandhi the words in quotation marks are his actual
words.
Title
Demon Lord Empire
Who Is Satan
I Sing You
meditation love
New York Subway
Sexual Sance
Gandhi
Imperfect Star
Spiritual Convict
Place
Beijing China
Beijing China
Train from China to Vietnam
Hanoi Vietnam
New York City USA
New York City USA
New York City USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Utah USA
Upon a train to L.A., USA
Aimless: Sept. 2003 to June 2004

Contextual Notes: I wrote Meditation is my Salvation after two very
powerful meditations. Sea Turtles was written after I witnessed the
birthing migration of the Olive Green Sea Turtles upon a beach off
the Bay of Bengal. I wrote To Find Love while walking in the desert
that lies between India and Pakistan. Upon my return to India I visited
the Kutia and Desia Kondha tribal peoples in the remote hills of the
Kandhamal district of Orissa. For five months I lived with a Kondha
tribal family in their village of Salapajodi and learned their traditions,
culture, and lifestyle.
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Title
Aimless
Vietnamese Sunshine
The Cool River On
Electric Attention
Tribal Healing
Prayer. 45 of the Westonian hymnal
Drunken Astronaut
Soul Lullaby
Can I Be Honest
Sea Turtles
To Find Love
So Much Trouble
Patience
Place
Bangkok Thailand
Pai Thailand
Pai Thailand
Laung Prabang Laos
Muang Ngoi Laos
Traveling in a bus, Laos
Berhampur, Orissa India
Salapajodi, Orissa India
Salapajodi, Orissa India
Raikia, Orissa India
Damrapur, Orissa India
Jaisalmer, Rajistan India
Jaisalmer, Rajistan India
Bangkok Thailand
Bangkok Thailand
Bangkok Thailand
Bangkok Thailand
Bangkok Thailand
If I Was a Poet: Oct. 2004 to Dec. 2004

Contextual Notes: Leader Of The Nations was written at the British
Museum staring at a huge ancient Babylonian Statue. The Liar was
written the morning of the results for the 2004 Presidential elections
and it is dedicated to the reelection of the 43rd President of the United
States.
Title
If I Was a Poet
The Terrorist
The Liar
Place
Fort Myers, Florida USA
Indianapolis Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
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Journey To The Sage
Kokomo, Indiana USA

London UK
London UK
Part Two: Earth Consciousness

Healing Rides Upriver: Feb. 2007 to July 2007
Contextual Notes: All the poems in Chapter six are written in India
except for three poems. The poem Softness was written after a very
soft and soothing meditation in the Himalayan town of Old Manali.
Lumbini, Nepal is significant in it is where the Buddha was born and
Sarnath is significant because it is where the Buddha gave his first
sermon at Deer Park. The main quest in this chapter was to return to
my tribal family in the remote hills of Orissa and learn from the
Shamans of the Kutia Kondha.
Title
The Deer Park Song
The Natives and Me
The World Tree
Soul Believer
I spy a Healer
Sorcerer CEO
Golden India
Gnostic Stanza
Softness
Awakened Sorcerer
Place
Varanarsi India
Sarnath India
Train to Orissa India
Kutia Village, Orissa India
Godenbodi, Orissa India
Tumudibandh, Orissa India
Tumudibandh, Orissa India
Konark, Orissa India
Orissa India
On a train in Orissa India
Orissa India
Orissa India
Lumbini Nepal
Lumbini Nepal
Katmandu Nepal
Old Manali India
Delhi India
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Bubeneswar, Orissa India

Bubeneswar, Orissa India
Earth Consciousness: Aug. 2007 to Oct. 2008

Contextual Notes: Earth Consciousness was written after a enlightening
meditation in the forest behind my house. In fact, the majority of the poems
in this chapter were written submerged in the forest behind my house.
Chullachaqui was written deep in the rainforest of Peru, 8 hours down
river from the remote shamanic city of Iquitos. I traveled into the Amazon
in search of Shamans and the healing shamanic medicine Ayahuasca.
Title
Place
Earth Consciousness
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Solar Solace
Kokomo, Indiana USA
I Got a Fever
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Forest Slumber
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Buddha Earth Logic
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Poet Earths Cloak Of Many Colors Kokomo, Indiana USA
Chullachaqui
The Amazon, Iquitos Peru
The tiny tree frog
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Earth Marinade
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Nothing Has Changed
Kokomo, Indiana USA
The Healer
Kokomo, Indiana USA
The Neonative
Kokomo, Indiana USA
The Sting Of Winter: Dec. 2008
Contextual Notes: These poems were written after walking through
the winter woods behind my house in preparation for the winter
celebrations.
Title
The Sting Of Winter
Mystic Santa
Place
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
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Rauuurrrrr: Jan. 2009 to Sept. 2009

Contextual Notes: The poem Rauuurrrrr was written after a powerful and
cleansing Ayahuasca ceremony. My Many Mothers was also written the
next morning after a beautiful Ayahuasca ceremony. The Cherubs Sing
and The Huge Shit Obstacle were written at Redwoods State Park. Most
of the poems in this chapter were written surrounded in forest.
Title
Rauuurrrrr
Prove It
I Can Do Anything
Sultry Nature
My Many Mothers
Noble Death
Debtors Paradise
The Aquarian Dream
The Cosmic Mother
Tired Tigers
Earth Worship
Hear Me Growl
Mother Earth
The Cherubs Sing
Wicker Baskets
Place
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Boston, Massachusetts USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
Columbus, Ohio USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
California USA
California USA
Kokomo, Indiana USA
30 Trillion Blood Cells Singing: Sept. 2009 to Oct. 2009

Contextual Notes: Zeus was written in the National Archeological Museum
of Athens marveling at a bronze statue of Zeus.
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Title
Mother Tao
The Ornery Lover
Zeus
Woman In Love
My Meriah Body
The End Of Empire
Place
Upon an airplane to Athens
Upon an airplane to Athens
Athens Greece
Athens Greece
Athens Intl. Airport Greece
On a ship, Mediterranean Sea
Frankfurt Germany
Frankfurt Germany
Mother Of Us All: Oct. 2009 to Nov. 2009

Contextual Notes: The poems from Stuttgart were written at a
Archaeological State Museum of Baden-Wurttemberg presentation
exhibiting Ice Age artifacts and Paleolithic Mother Goddess figurines.
The poems from Freiburg were written as I was hiking in the conifer
filled mountains of the Black Forest. Bones Of The Shaman was
composed at The State Museum of Prehistory in Halle kneeling beside
the remains of the ancient 9,000 year old shaman woman of Bad
Durrenberg. After a powerful meditation I wrote Temple Of The Sun
inside Goseck Circle which is one of the oldest known Neolithic Sun
circles in Europe.
Title
Mother Of Us All
Spirit Of The Lion
Boommmmmm
Traveling Mythic
People of the Earth
Me and My Baby
The Cosmic Spiral
Dear Children
Mother Natures Son
Place
Stuttgart Germany
Stuttgart Germany
Stuttgart Germany
Stuttgart Germany
Freiburg Germany
Freiburg Germany
Freiburg Germany
Freiburg Germany
Freiburg Germany
Freiburg Germany
Freiburg Germany
Freiburg Germany
Selestate France
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Bones Of The Shaman

Temple Of The Sun
Halle Germany
Goseck Germany
Goseck Germany
Frankfurt Germany
Epilogue: Im In Love: Nov. 2009

Contextual Notes: This Poem was written after a healing vision involving
the arms of the Feminine Divine.
Title
Im In Love
Place
Columbus, Ohio USA
236
Recommended Reading List

The Recommended Reading List below is structured in chronological order
corresponding with the chapter the texts were studied. I have included a
Reading List in the Wandering Mythic because the intellectual influence of
these books are inseparable to the composition of this work.
Chapter 1: Esoteric 1999-2000
Carus, Paul. The Gospel of Buddha. New York: St. Martins Press,
1915.
Easwaran, Eknath. The Dhammapada. California: Nilgiri Press,
1985.
Easwaran, Eknath. The Upanishads. California: Nilgiri Press, 1985.
Easwaran, Eknath. Gandhi The Man: The Story of His
Transformation. California: Nilgiri Press, 1998.
Gandhi, Mohandas K. An Autobiography: The Story of My
Experiments with Truth. Boston: Beacon Press, 1993.
Holmes, Robert L. and Barry, Gan L. Nonviolence in Theory and
Practice. Illinois: Waveland Press, 1990.
Mathai, M.P. Mahatma Gandhis Worldview. New Delhi: Gandhi
Peace Foundation, 2000.
Osho. From Sex to Superconsciousness. New Delhi: Full Circle
Publishing, 1999.
Shantideva. The Way of The Bodhisattva. India: Shambhala Dragon
Edition, 1997.
Sykes, Marjorie, trans. Moved by Love: The Memoirs of Vinoba
Bhave. India: All India Press, 1994.
Chapter Two: In Search Of The Neonative 2000-2002
Brown, Dee. Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee: An Indian History
Of The American West. New York: Bantam Books, 1971.
Castaneda, Carlos. The Teachings Of Duan Juan: A Yaqui Way of
Knowledge. Berkeley, University of California Press, 1998.
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Eliade, Mircea. Shamanism: Archaic techniques of ecstacy.

England: Penguin Books, 1964.
Neihardt, John G. Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy
Man of the Oglala Sioux. Bison Books, 1932.
Palahniuk, Chuck. Fight Club: A Novel. New York: Henry Holt and
Company, 1996.
Quinn, Daniel. Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit. New
York: Bantam Books, 1995.
Ross, Rupert. Returning To The Teachings: Exploring Aboriginal
Justice. Canada: Penguin Books, 1996.
Rudgley, Richard. The Lost Civilizations Of The Stone Age. New
York: Touchstone, 2000.
Stannard, David E. American Holocaust: The Conquest Of The
New World. New York: Oxford University Press, 1992.
Thoreau, Henry David. Walden and Civil Disobedience. New York:
Barnes and Noble Classics, 2003.
Walters, Frank. Book Of The Hopi: The First Revelation Of The
Hopis Historical And Religious Worldview Of Life. New York:
Penguin Books, 1977.
Weatherford, Jack. Indian Givers: How the Indians of the Americas
Transformed the World. New York: Ballantine Books, 1989.
Zinn, Howard. A Peoples History Of The United States. New York:
Harper Collins Publishers, 1998.
Chapter Three: Demon Lord Empire 2002-2003
Brueggemann, Walter. The Prophetic Imagination. Minnesota:
Fortress Press, 2001.
Hardt, Michael and Negri, Antonio. Empire. Massachusetts:
Harvard University Press, 2001.
Feng, Gia-Fu and English, Jane. Tao Te Ching. New York: Vintage
Books, 1972.
Lhalungpa, Lobsang P. The Life of Milarepa. Delhi: Book Faith,
1997.
Wink, Walter. Engaging The Powers. Minessota: Fortress Press,
1992.
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Chapter Four: Aimless 2003-2004

Boal, Barbara M. Man, The Gods And The Search For Cosmic Well
Being. Orissa: Niswass, 1990.
Peoples, James. Humanity: An Introduction to Cultural
Anthropology, Sixth Edition. CA: Wadsworth/ Thomson
Learning, 2003.
Fremantle, Francesca. The Tibetan Book of the Dead. Boston:
Shambhala Classics, 2000.
Mohanti, K.K. Development Hand Book For The Kutia Kandha Of
K.K.D.A. Belghar
Pulbani District: An Action Plan Based On Techno-Economic
Survey. Bhubaneswar, Orissa: Scheduled Castes and Scheduled
Tribes Research and Training Institute, 1994.
Nayak, Radhakant. The Kondhs: A Handbook For Development.
Orissa: Indian Social Institute, 1990.
Sarkar, H.S. The Kutia Kondhs: A description of their lifestyle.
Orissa: Niswass, 1994.
Chapter Five: If I Was a Poet and The Two Year Intermission:
2004-2006
Eisler, Riane. The Chalice And The Blade, Our History, Our
Future. New York: HarperCollins, 1987
Narby, Jeremy. Shamans Through Time: 500 Years On The Path To
Knowledge. New York: Jeremy P. Tarcher/ Penguin, 2001.
Plotkin, Mark. Medicine Quest: In Search of Natures Healing
Secrets. New York: Penguin books, 2001.
Plotkin, Mark. Tales of a Shamans Apprentice: An Ethnobotanist
Searches for New Medicines in the Rain Forest. New York:
Penguin books, 1994.
Shibayama, Zenkai. Gateless Barrier: Zen Comments on the
Mumonkan. Boston: Shambhala, 2000.
Suzuki, Shunryu. Zen Mind, Beginners Mind. New York:
Weatherhill, 2000.
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Chapter Six: Healing Rides Upriver 2007

Harner, Michael. The Way Of The Shaman. New York: Bantam
Books, 1982.
Jain, Dulichand, trans. Thus Spake Lord Mahavir. Chennai: Sri
Ramakrishna Math, 1998.
Johnson, Linda. A Complete Idiots Guide to Hinduism. A Pearson
Education Company, 2002.
Kali, Devadatta. DEVIMAHATMYAM, In Praise of the Goddess.
Delhi, Motilal Banarsidass Publishers, 2006
Roy, Arundhati. An Ordinary Persons Guide To Empire. New
Delhi, Penguin Books, 2006
Webb, Hillary S. Traveling Between The Worlds: Conversations
With Contemporary Shamans. Charolletesville: Hampton Roads
Publishing Company, 2004.
Chapter Seven: Earth Consciousness and Chapter Eight:
The Sting Of Winter 2008.
Frawley, David. Gods, Sages, And Kings. Delhi, Motilal
Banarsidass Publishers, 2003.
Frawley, David. The Rig Veda And The History Of India. New
Delhi: Aditya Prakashan, 2003.
Kavasch, E. Barrie and Baar, Karen. American Indian Healing
Arts: Herbs, Rituals, and Remedies for Every Season of Life.
New York: Bantam Books, 1999.
Metzner, Ralph. Ayahuasca: Human Consciousness and the Spirits
of Nature. New York: Thunders Mouth Press, 1999.
Yogananda, Paramahansa. Autobiography Of A Yogi. Los Angles:
Self Realization Fellowship, 2007.
Chapter Nine: Rauuurrrrr 2009
Keay, John. India: A History. New York: Harper Collins
Publishers, 2000.
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Wilson, H.H. and Bhasya of Sayanacarya. RGVEDA SAMHITA,

Vol. 1-4. Varanasi: Indica Books, 2002.
Yogananda, Paramahansa. God talks with Arjuna: The Bhagavad
Gita. Los Angles: Self Realization Fellowship, 2001.
Chapter Ten: 30 Trillion Blood Cells Singing 2009
Padel, Felix. The Sacrifice Of Human Being: British Rule and the
Konds of Orissa. New Delhi: Oxford University Press, 2000.
Chapter Eleven: Mother Of Us All 2009
Monaghan, Patricia. The Goddess Companion: Daily Meditations
on the Feminine Spirit. St. Paul: Llewellyn Publications, 2000.
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BY WESTON ELLIOT STRICKLER

Copyright 2010 Weston Elliot Strickler

Note From The Author

IN SEARCH OF THE NEONATIVE

Chapter 2: In Search Of The Neonative

Chapter 3: Demon Lord Empire

Professional Computer Shitter

Chapter 5: If I Was a Poet

Chapter 7: Earth Consciousness

Chapter 8: The Sting Of Winter

Chapter 10: 30 Trillion Blood Cells Singing

Chapter 11: Mother Of Us All

Note from the Author:

The Boy Begins To Glow

Chasing the Wind

IN SEARCH OF THE NEONATIVE

In Search Of The Neonative

All is freed within the mystics neosystem

I Laugh from my Groin

The Local Girl

The Little Monk

Rhythms in the Sky

What Of Americas Future

Modern Day Daniel

DEMON LORD EMPIRE

Demon Lord Empire

like drugs elate sensations

before smog billows back

like a reminder for every child to live in wonder

This awakened aboriginal

Slight Whisk of a Woman

bonding our flesh

You know something is right

and movement of my body and hands

New York Subway

Formulas of Lost Resistance

Professional Computer Shitter

The Perfect Moral Vice

So I Went To The Sage #1

The Cool River On

So I Went To The Sage # 2

Prayer .45 of the Westonian Hymnal

Actions bind minds in chains

Her flippers push onward

Thummmp thummmp thummmmp

Let Me Process Through This Fully

Serum to Save the World

Be One With Your God

experience in mental form

I died that day I cried blue rain

So I Went To The Sage # 3

Journey To The Sage

The Greatest Treasure In The World

Leader Of The Nations

and even the Sage himself

HEALING RIDES UPRIVER

Healing Rides Upriver

The Deer Park Song

On the way to tribal country

The Natives and me

The World Tree

The ancestors shake hands and smile

Flood Streams Of The Soul