being yes

[Guest guest]

A vague recall of vasanas

in convoluted asanas

is giving me clear insight

into the "why" of "no, i cannot fight."

Been-there-Done-that,

DONE played that battle-cat.

Soldier-Dharma dazzles for some folks,

and Pacifist-Dharma has some really cool jokes,

but for this strewn strand of infinite space,

wherever i am must be the right place.

i remember bloody battle,

fatigue beyond and Catholic prattle.

i remember heavy mail, crushing pain and the crusades

cascading through me in riotous, red parades

with scenes of people killing people

in the name of the One on the cross atop the spired steeple.

i remember hanging out in high school in the fall of '69',

chanting anti-war mantras from "Country Joe" that didn't rhyme.

Bright-faced and fresh-hearted, mind as clear as a bell,

i got high on Japa Yoga of "What's that spell?"

We cried "gimme an 'F', gimme a 'U', gimme a 'C', gimme a 'K'.

Man, we were in the 'right f-ing now' seizing the day!

But i digress

Not more, but less.

Caring not if It be soldier or saint,

a saintly soldier or a soldierly saint,

whatever Shiva-Shiva wants to paint,

still, that i ain't!

Brahma sutras score gold stars galore

and gold stars stimulate Shakti's Amour,

as Vishnu digs the entire scene of Celestial Sex,

before Shiva can blink an Eye the Heart crowns ItSelf "Rex."

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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