gx-14

bottomless handshake

who am us?
who am them?
everyone part of the same machine – the happiness machine.
everything is backwards from how it seems it ought to be.
or maybe it’s just us.
answers are to be found everywhere.
pick and choose which we might wish to follow to the end.
spewing positive negative energies.
coffee.
toke.
cigarette.
he’s set.
nobody can do him no harm – until there’s a knock on the door…

he blows smoke through the sunbeams coming in through the window watching the swirling patterns like some miniature time-lapse universe of spacetime energy fields.
mesmerized for a moment.
the simple pleasures we enjoy.
as everything is a lesson learned.
the universe is still exploding.
god drops a pebble into the still cool pond.
the play of images in the sparkling ripples of light and shadow.
unified in one vibration.
a possible scenario of some sort.

in this way god amuses itself through all eternity which may be more than it bargained for.
an immortality of constant boredom of bliss consciousness.
that is what he imagines anyway.
perhaps.
perhaps not.
he’s in no hurry to find out.

why god?
why not god?

in the exact center of an infinite universe.
but the universe could possibly be finite.

chorus:
the finite within the infinite.
the infinite within the finite.
the answer is a riddle.

where is the line drawn between finite and infinite?
between every 0 and 1.
zeno’s ghost comes haunting.
another possibility he imagines being true or not.
it doesn’t matter.

into solipsistic meditative musings of i am that i am.
a mad god laughing screaming alone in the void inside his head.
pig circus.
the development of the inquiring mind.
truth and fiction sitting in a tree.
k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
the union of duality entwined in a moment fucking itself silly.
the entire universe having SEX.
just a thought.
the orgasm of enlightenment everyone is waiting for working it.
the journey is the destination nowhere (now here).
we forget everything in its embrace.
huh?

to allow ourselves to just relax and dig the sheer incomprehension of everything for the moment before wrestling with it some more.
it’s fun.
but it sure ain’t easy.
it wears him out thinking about it all day and night.
it ain’t doing him no good probably not.
he lights a cigarette.

all lines are busy with prayer.
help me.
help me.
help me.
a world drowning in its own suffering and misery.
rise above.
fly ashore.
let your imagination be your guide.
your eye knows the way.
train your mind to follow.
all the voices in  your head.
listen for the one which is silent.
almost as if not.
this is what guru jeff teaches us.

being human is madness.
he eats a salad.
egyptian licorice tea.
the world is an asylum is another theory.
we are all everyone mad.
it would seem to be the case.
we don’t leave till we get with the program.
the program of cosmic peace, love and understanding vibrations radiating from the gestalt ever-present godhead in each particle of spacetime and beyond.
everything is its voice.
everything is its ears.
aum-dada-ding-dong all day long.

naptime.

we use metaphors symbols irony satire sarcasm lies.
be aware.
summer sausage, sharp cheddar, earl grey tea.
a toke.
a cigarette.
we change our minds and back again.
no regrets.
no taking back anything.
standing our shaky ground for what it’s worth.
it ain’t shit but it’s what we got.
and they’re gonna take that away from us too?

we become retarded and stunted in our astral growth.
our lives yielding next to nothing.
we should be ashamed.
we come to realize our so-called dysfunction.
whirl-a-gig brains.
too much of everything.
blowing a fuse.
transcending through the spheres outward and beyond.
but this could be further delusion.
how are we to know for sure from what appears being real to what is actually real?
what litmus test do we subject it to?
all these questions and riddles for answers.
another cigarette.

understanding updates incoming data to process into our theory of everything he types out as a not poem about.
thinking sideways.
not so much of a hurry for what might never happen.
taking time to think about everything.
discovering new frontiers along the way we will let others explore if they find them.
new worlds to conquer.
striking a chord within ourselves we proceed onward upward though everything into everything where all is unchanging as if that were a desirable state to be in.
we change our minds and turn back to this world of constant flux.
let x=x.

every day is exactly the same, and every day is awesome – guru jeff.

guru jeff is where we find him uttering from the mouths of babes and so on.
we just need to tune in and make believe.
it all becomes real.
synchronistic adjustments to logic.
what meaning is transmitted through happenstance.
it’s in the ethereal substance of nothingness of the ever-present potential in every possible location plenum foundation of everything that is becoming as if that means diddly squat.
time to sleep.

he wakes up and it’s medication time.
today is trash day.
he makes some tea.
an english muffin with peanut butter.
a toke.
a cigarette.
onward to new horizons for today.
the ringing in his ears.
too much black sabbath as a youthful child.
now he just wants some peace and quiet in this noisy busy world.
there will come a time when only those who know how to plant will be eating.
the rest of us will be turned into zombies.
he is not prepared.
billions are not prepared.
this fateful world.

kill the messenger.
refuse to understand.
resist comprehension.
rise above to never never worlds.
he has been taken from the book of life.
condemned to oblivion.
we are on our own.
he doesn’t know what to believe still this far in his life.
if he could decide and accept truth and live it to its fullest.
he hasn’t had much inclination.
he wants to go back to sleep.
there’s no room for us here.
they have made that quite clear.
categorized and put on a shelf.
that’s all that can be done.

how swift is this madness yet it lingers about wasting time.
we have nothing but time to waste, however the end is near.
we await its beginning.
nothing is as it seems in this world.
this world has it all mixed up and backwards.
we have to untangle it to get it to make some sorta sense.
the deconstruction of mind.
that is where it must need occur.
no sense trying to correct the world.
it is stubborn and intolerant.
it is cruel and unusual in its ways and means to enforce the working paradigm of ages past.
give up.
surrender yourself to yourself.
is there anyone else left who might be trusted?
be careful.

the way is not always clear in the murky muck and mire of this world.
we are in the sewers of the universe where are rooted their flowering lotus blossoms they cherish in their contemplative gardens.
imagine it different.
believe.
spin the wheels one more time.
climb that ladder of success.
grab it while it lasts.
remember what lasts eternal.
it could be nothing.
it could be everything.

we opt for everything.
there is nothing we do not wish to come to understand.
it flows through our minds and we grasp of it what we are able given the circumstances.
we do not exclude.
we want everything that is everything however crazy it may seem to be.
if it is absurd then let it be absurd.
if it is divine plan then let it be divine plan.
whatever meaning we decide to place on it for ourselves to make it so it works for us in some manner or another.
we reserve our judgment of truth.
not any one proclaimed truth specifically but the ideal of truth itself.
we kinda suppose that there could be truth of some sort as yet unknown to us.
what it might be in particular is questionable.
the answers are riddles.
riddles some have cut apart with a sword.
the bold and the brave who have no patience with such malarkey.
there are things to get done.
we let them go their merrie way leaving us far behind to continue our mission.
not that we could ever stop them.
but why would we?
they have their perspective of reality and we got ours.
we know enough from our experience with them to just stay outta their way.
as we endure.

we endure within and without.
we celebrate everything we are able to imagine it might be from whatever accounts people report of their own experiences.
do we believe them or not?
which do we choose?
we use our imagination tempered with reason but not bridled.
we give ourselves free rein to lead us along pathless paths in a wilderness mindscape of everything.
everything sure is a lotta shit.
there’s tons of the stuff all over the place as far as our eye can see in all directions approaching infinity which may or may not exist except as an ideal we invented becuz it is possible though we may never be able to prove it until we become infinite ourselves which for many that is the goal.
we are not seeking a goal.
no gold star for us.
we are seeking experience of whatever nature might be available to us.
for us thinking and imagining is experience.
that is all everything may turn out to be.
laughing and screaming godhead.
knowing everything is a mad hallucination.
pretending make believe that it is not.
dive back into it to lose ourselves within.
and around around that goes on and on spiraling cycling self-generated energy into waves flickering across the face of spacetime never repeating in infinite variations of itself passing through the here now.
spin the wheels one more time.
let chance fate choose the course.
cream cheese leek sandwich and a ginger ale.
fat cat laying on the windowsill in the sun where devil and flower are dancing.
a cigarette.

an airplane flies overhead.
as this gets old and boring.
but not for him.
it’s his sole entertainment which is ill-advised.
people have been known to go mad.
for him being mad to begin with finds it relaxing and stimulating.
thinking about everything at his leisure like some aristocrat of more enlightened times while we worked the fields and served them their wine.

a wandering scattered mind picking up the transmissions.
processing.
what is creating sustaining destroying on and on.
waves rolling onto a beach washing out again.
the eternal sea.
we are not separate from everything as much as a wave is not separate from the sea.
it depends on where when we focus our eye’s attention.
we learn of these possibilities from guru jeff guiding us through channeling the dada-ananda toward discovering new states of wonder.
should we believe this is truth?
we have our doubts about that.
but we include it in with our theory of everything which includes everything possible to be imagined from the heights of heaven to the depths of hell and all that entails.
and perhaps we ask for too much.
it sometimes seems that way to us.
maybe we should be more discriminating.
we should define some parameters to make it come out the way we want it to like the others do.
but we want to experience what it is whether we like it or not.
so far we could go either way.
we love it.
we hate it.
we are ambivalent to most of it.
we understand very little of it.
very little of what is known let alone what is unknown.
our understanding is simple.
we understand gazorbnik.
we understand guru jeff.
we understand the dada-ananda.
what else is there that they do not provide for us as needed?
make it up for ourselves.
why buy into what is being sold in the marketplace?
cheap imitations of what claims to be truth.
another cigarette.