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Reading Poetry

"Why did you mail the Tarot Cards to my house?! I was very puzzled. I took them out to the back yard & burned them immediately."
-- Mom (June 1998)

Why do
typical Christians feel the need to
To purify anything they don't understand with fire?
Tarot cards,
books thereof ... Gobble-de Gook,
stuff of cannibals.
Simplify!
I need Jesus
like a new liver;
simply i need
less philosophy.
The world needs less Christianity.
Bhakti
practice of
Love Yoga--
Can't you practice please,
this work;
love me
affirm life
the life you've given.
Kaballa, Torah Talmud, Quoran Bible, yoga
Buddha, Mescalitloh
All is ever been
is no less than Consciousness pure
Egyptians, Atlantians Mayans, Incans
Shamen, Dreamers Yacqui, LumenoUs Beings All
In theri nature hold no less than knowledge
of The Pattern
Fractals, DNA
Tao de Ching
I Ching, holograms Snowflakes,
snail shells,
Anima mundi
All speak of the World Tree
Spirals in grooves All luminous bodies hold secrets of
the Genes
Patterns of the Divine Supernal shell Heightened awareness
of each other
each cell
of the being.
Cell=Body
And all it takes is the first cell.

--16 July'98:2320EST
(in memory of Dave H. and his
'vision' of what is The Pattern.)

I'll bet that just took 5 years off my life--but GODDAMM if it wasn't worth every second

Hm. May I say first that there is no guarantee that I will respond again, but... I have to say that I find it highly intrigueing that such a 'poem' as this goes unnoticed, while trite banality and dead platitudes posing as poetry seem to merit witness upon this website. I absolutely, positively love this poem! It really makes me chuckle at what you have come up with in the flaming wake of your gift to your mother of .... Tarot Cards. Bravo!

But what, pray tell, is some of the insipid drivel called poetry that appears elswhere on this site doing getting noticed, while this piece languishes? Evidence to me, of exactly why I left this site. To whit, your poem is well written freeform that requires a higher reading level and broader knowledge base of religion, philosophy and physics than the average brain can allow.

What IS the morpho-genetic pattern indeed? Rupert Sheldrake must be sighing in his grave, wondering when the monkeys will finally learn to write good poetry... as you have done. Thanks, zen. It warms my heart to stop by for a brief second and see such a thoughtful, well-written and inspiring piece of poetry from you.

And the above poem even makes me want to reconsider posting what I have just written, in the interest of extending love, like a good Bhakti yogi, to those poor challenged souls who aspire to write poetry and will, I hope, eventually write something worthwhile. And yet, I can love them even when I dislike their poetry, and find myself gagging in my dislike.

Of course, you know zen, you will have to die for your poetry to gain recognition, as well as for there to be any movie rights. All the world loves a tragedy, be it either Greek or Shakespearean. I say this all tongue-in-cheek, because I really do, and did enjoy your poem. Well done.

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