Posts Tagged ‘mediation’

gautham_buddha-other

Between emotion and transaction
Between starvation and satisfaction
Between thought and expression
Between intuition and feeling
Between broadcast and transmission
Between action and inaction
This moment
The present
The now
Thoughts pass by like clouds on a windy day
Noted, but soon forgotten
I am one with the Universe
Seated and stoned immobile
Free from attachment
Beneath my Bodhi tree
Mystically silent
I watch my life drift by on a boat to Enlightenment
Not for me these tabulations of capricious capitalism
Not for me this mental masturbation of money and megalomania
Not for me this trendy mastication of macrobiotic illusions
Not for me this idle conversation about who sleeps with whom
And who sleeps with no-one
Not for me these clich├ęd observations channelled from commercial television
Not for me this brutal greed-head logic putting a price on compassion
Not for me this procession of talentless tabloid celebrity
Not for me these inscrutable letters from my friends at Centrelink
Not for me these pre-digested sound-bite political ravings
Not for me this endless grasping and craving for cold castrating cash
Not for me this tweeting twitter trauma teaming with trolls
Not for me this latex-clad consumer electric nightmare projecting advertising into my dreams
Not for me these dildo-head dilettantes sucking up my oxygen with twelve steps to being tedious
I will simply breathe and watch my thoughts slide by
Breathe in suffering
Breathe out compassion

Skin

Posted: December 5, 2014 in poetry
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nude
mustard miasma on tortured toast
dead-letter diagrams of esoteric schemes
over-turn the apple-cart all over Applecross

cocktail linen on the dining-room table
a door shuts out nothing
I like every female skin well

I dream of tickling their bones and sweetening their snatches
My guilt-stricken hand reaches out and strokes their nipples
With peanut-crunching glee

Annihilate every rational thought not focussed on sensual optimism
Exterminate hectic lonely nights of self-love and weeping
To be loved is a precious and erratic blessing
Hold on to it
Breathe in
Then let it go
Breathe out