Thursday, December 07, 2006
Biocide from the Inside
Perspectives narrow and unbalanced
Totter and moan under the overwhelming
Weight, urgency, and terror
Of life
Lightning flashes of satori
Of revelation
Self immolation
Bring bliss, love, enfolding
And unfolding possibilities
But no permanent understanding
Is guaranteed by this brief
Experience
Skillful interpretation
Useful integration
Permanent evolution
Requires hard work
Brutal honesty
Infinite flexibility
Surviving the thunder
Requires above all else
Open hands
Open minds
Wrapping the lightning
In rootless magic
Or outdated myth
Or limited logic
Can no longer be tolerated
In the age of Biocide
We cannot escape this world
If we desire heaven
We must become angels
And work together in the mud
Come
There’s some lovely filth right here
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