the path to enlightenment

i’m trying less and less for comprehensibility, and more and more for poetic flow.

essentially, as before, i let go.

but i’m embedding meaning for the gleaning
for the inspired type
the situation is blessed and the thoughts are ripe

these are lessons for your picking

requiring your committing
to the bliss that comes
in tiny packages, all attached to one string
like the birds that sing in the morning
to the hand of God.

lightness

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have you ever been so sure of something not knowing what it was?

have you ever given waves and hugs and kisses just because?

have you ever given up it to such an ex tent?

did you give with your heart’s intention when you let your heart vent?

did you watch the gracious motions of the flock of the doves?

was seeing flight what convinced you to live in love?

was money all that funny from the early parts of life?

was life then easier and now it’s turned to strife?

was the truth only told in whispers barely made?

was knowledge more bout listening then talking thru the day?

aaaand it’s funny how these trips through time do tell

that the life we want to live is a really easy sell

for should you view all the world against the brim of your hat,
your inspiration will choke and your fire will go flat

this … is … not a

world to be taken lightly like a pattern on the brain,

it’s the world from which your every cell came

ohhhhhh it’s liek that.

yalllllllllll it’s like that.

ya knowwwwwwww it’s like THAT!

lightness

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watch it, don’t read it: video.google.ca/videoplay

Tongue

the chiddle chuddle of the chungling churning choo choo train chat
came chugga lugging o’er mateon dorning me a mackle hat.

put finger to brim and with sniggle and sim
re-arranged the potions of lingustical vat

leolizing empathizing me a motion veer vum
so came the diction of the upwoven sum

expanding ze brainz to meet da wizzain
evolution of soullular cellular start

dropping the memes which no longer serve
like flies upon petals logic unwerved

whomever took themselves so seriously?
i swear it wasn’t me, wasn’t me

roto tracktle clia macktle oh my goodness did you hear that?
spok’em mok’em stole the socks of the conceited brats
threw ‘em in the pool made ‘em swim
do you think spok’em mok’em was right, in the light, would you trust him?

now, mia monger, she was stronger than the whole pack of boys
when they ran at her so advanced canter untwiddled their toys

unrolling like string them balls landed at her feet
she stamped on them, camped on them, tha truth was replete

ma ma motion, pa pa potion, daughter of the storm
the son of the sun and the kids in the dorm

the digital, digital, digital DANG
reciprocal syplical trypical TANG

ooooooh me oh my, oh mung o BEAN
ooooooh hello pies, oh tongue o WEEN

comblatily spokadely spokumdely RUM
quickly go get me a crypto umBLUM

kia matrix space atrix ting rumpelly ROO
do you know what to do, do you know how I love you?

and that, my friends, is my signing word
love and linguistics spoken and heard

evolution, lightness

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with withering hopes they succumbed to the governing nation
ruled by dictators with souls unstationed
and just when it seemed humanity was set to die
emerged a silver disc, appeareth in sky

the government panicked and the people did flee
the military fired missiles so contemptuously
but the disc so swiftly averted the death gun
and eventually the people ceased to run

finally they beheld the spinning glory
with shining beauty did surpass tabloid story
but the governors still fought for they felt the fear
of social equality, their kingdom in arrears

they embarked on largest ever PR campaign
through corporate media their voices strained:
“aliens have come to kill us all,
so fight for your country” — such was their gall.

the greedy masters, unsuccessful were they
the people more conscious saw the light of day
and approached the disc with arms open wide
“save us,” they said, “we will not hide.”

and at that moment, the disc shot down a beam
and to the people like salvation it seemed
so naturally they walked towards the light
their hopes by now exceeding their fright

the first person that touched the beam was a prophet-musician
who had made in his life ethereal compositions
when he touched the beam he was carried up and in
the people cheered and marched forward with grins

but before even the second person was transported
the grand plan was seemingly aborted
the musician was beamed back down holding in his hand
a musical instrument from another land

he started to play it and the people were enthralled
the children laughed and the adults bawled
a beauty so great that even the elite
came out of their mansions and on to the street

the man sang “time is relative, i’ve been gone for ages
i’ve kissed the cheeks of extra-terrestrial sages
and thus i have learned to play this new song
through music now to right our wrongs”

when eventually a more skeptical fellow
yelled, “what’s going on here?! HELL O!”
the musician’s face showed a compassionate smile
and he said “we won’t be going up for quite a while.

to mother, to Gaia, now return to seed
save us, they won’t, but show us our greed.
for only if we love one another
can we live in peace as sisters and brothers.”

extraterrestrials, lightness

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