Arctic Flow from Homebase

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Arctic Flow from Homebase

But I will tell & simulate tinsel(f) prints that glitter here.

But I would tell you what this ghost ship holds in it.

Two Buddhas of a size to sit against Bodhidarma’s Wall,

This walled-in well of wonder I wander in each day,

They sit here with me, inside the arcing white

Wave of the Arctic Sea

Flowing

Flowing

Floe-ing all around me.

I am carried on a great gift of Glad to shores that share

In cool blue colors and mothers weeping tears of tenderness

In tint of Shiva’s Ashes always streaked on cheeks

We press against.

Mother’s annoint their children in ash and cinder,

Rendering to Caesar what is Caesar’s

And smile to Love’s Heart in a knowing mode…

A Know

They know

That all these childs, mild children of Chit are flitting against a screen –

The mean of reality is measured by reality.

One Buddha here wears a cow upon his head,

A cow fed from Shiva’s copse of cause and effect.

‘Cause I wanted to see it

it somehow now sits

on the Bliss-Brow of Buddha.

Corpse and Kiss are never amiss

In the lift of Shiva by Shakti.

She lifts him to the Clear Sky of Cleared Sky

And denies she ever knew Him.

Some say She slew Him

When she "Knew" Him.

In His rise was His demise.

Buying butter from the Mother brings better and more

And the shore keeps sending wave upon wave

Crashing from the sea of belief.

There is a lizard lying on the chest of Buddha.

In mutual embrace of Faceless Play,

They sway upon the swing of time and space

And not a trace will remain when I refrain from seeing this.

Buddha Serenely stares straight ahead

Holding Rumi’s cerise and ruby mountain, red-flamed in His hands.

The Serpent of Surprise and Delight ignites

>From the candleflame playing

Across His Still Face.

Something swallows me.

Is it flame

Is it fire

Is it the lack of desire to achieve any state called enightenment?

Racky the Raccoon, the one who came here to commit suicide,

He chides the snake of senses

By pulling the slippery vasanaic viper from the tree of trembling

Tantalization.

Timber renders the members all crashing down.

The sound of that?

A hat on God that cannot be seen

Cannot be shown

Cannot be know to exist,

Sits in This.

Nandi drinks infinity from the stream in the empty black bowl.

A bold blue frog jogs along on his back

Tracking down Shiva for a shakedown

Of answers

Of dancers

And daring blue frogs are agog on the back

Of Nandi.

i re-deep and repeat Sandeep's sheen he shimmers so clearly.

It’s all candy for the head.

Heart me Heart to Heart implores the doorless floorless,

a fall, fall in falling.

Han Shan the German Shepherd

Heads towards Mecca

Carrying cows

Like jugs of Jivanmukti’s gate gate

On his back and on his head.

We’re all dead, he says,

Only we don’t know it.

To know It we must Be It.

The dog’s got a gig with God going gone gone

Para-sailing samskaras

Across the vastness of this vaulting blue sky of I,

And I am not here to hear this.

What Hears heaves everything inside the head,

Handing over its code-sheet to the Heart.

Heart boxes are so silly stacked

Against the flame

>From candles burning so clean

The fire ignites the very ground of being.

I bring nothing to no one and no one

Can color the Eyes of this ShivAllah

Staring at me.

Silent we sit.

Silent we admit we are myth making mudras in the sky of dreams.

LoveAlways,

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